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Other People’s Thoughts . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 4 January 2012; published on 2 January 2019; republished on 18 June 2020

  • OTHER PEOPLE’S THOUGHTS, A Poem by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem I wrote about the trials and tribulations of telepathy quite some while ago …

OTHER PEOPLE’S THOUGHTS
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
4 January 2012

I used to think that other people’s thoughts–
dark thoughts, or sad, thoughts laden with desire,
gyres of the world as it used to be–
had power over me.

But now I think they’re like air, like wind,
which, when it grows too strong, what do I do?
Seek shelter in a quiet place.

Image: “Nicholas Pond, Leo Carrillo State Park,” adapted, by Alice B. Clagett, 2012, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Nicholas Pond, Leo Carrillo State Park,” adapted, by Alice B. Clagett, 2012, CC BY-SA 4.0

. . . . .

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

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Song of a Hathor . channeled by Alice B. Clagett

Written 28 May 2020; published on 11 June 2020; video filmed and published on 23 June 2020

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Song of a Hathor, Channeled by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words

Dear Ones,

I was meditating to the sound of some beautiful spiritual music, and a Hathor came down. As always with the Hathors visit, my heart was filled with joy. The Hathor sang along with the music. Here is a video, and after that the Summary of the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Song of a Hathor
Channeled by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
28 May 2020

 

I’m here because
This world called me.
This world said: Please
Be here with me.    (x2)

This world said: Please
Be here with me.

. . . . .

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

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Our Lord’s Candle . a poemlet by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 1 June 2003; published on 24 April 2020

  • OUR LORD’S CANDLE, a Poemlet by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

This was written long ago …

OUR LORD’S CANDLE
A Poemlet by Alice B. Clagett
1 June 2003

Springtime
and Our Lord’s Candle
lights the green hills
with white flame.

. . . . .

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

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Four Friends from High School . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written in 2016; published on 1 January 2019; republished on 10 April 2020

  • FOUR FRIENDS FROM HIGH SCHOOL, a Poem by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem I wrote some years ago …

Image: “Surf at Dume Cove 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Surf at Dume Cove 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0

FOUR FRIENDS FROM HIGH SCHOOL
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
2016

This account is entirely fictional.

1.  Her dad owned all
. . .of Northern Virginia
. . .race horses
. . .meadowland
. . .down to the river

. . .His child
. . .first up
. . .teach asked
. . .first term
. . .What
. . .does your father do?

. . .Answers
. . .like ice
. . .like steel
. . .like winter sun
. . .spilled
. . .piled
. . .tumbled
. . .down the hall

. . .On a chill November day
. . .our grey haired
. . .spry eyed headmistress
. . .called us together
. . .and pronounced this
. . .doom:

. . .Our president
. . .was shot and killed today.

. . .I remember
. . .the stunned looks
. . .the sudden tears
. . .her similar
. . .expression

. . .. . . . .

2.  A down-to-earth laugh
. . .a penchant
. . .for science
. . .physical derring-do

. . .In senior year
. . .she planted a wild
. . .vegetable garden
. . .green. So green.
. . .hope filled twining
. . .near the brick building

. . .She married
. . .moved out West

. . .Retired
. . .left him for
. . .her personal trainer
. . .left him for
. . .her husband

. . .Now she’s leading
. . .oldster expeditions
. . .to the high mountains
. . .deep lakes
. . .swift running streams
. . .of that Fiery Land

Image: “Tree Trunk,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Tree Trunk,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0

. . . . . . . .

3.  Her dad owned a chain
. . .of senior care homes in
. . .our nation’s
. . .capital

. . .One day
. . .she didn’t come to class

. . .Whispers
. . .. . .like air
. . .. . .from an open window

. . .Hearts
. . .. . .caught tight
. . .. . .. . .caged
. . .. . .trembling

. . .Might it be me?
. . .Could it happen to me?

. . .Some months later
. . .she reappeared

. . .It wasn’t so bad, she said.
. . .He wasn’t there.
. . .It was quiet.
. . .It was nice.

. . .Then she popped up
. . .in San Francisco
. . .married to
. . .. . .a head monk
. . .two-year-old toting
. . .. . .eyes like blue oceans

. . .Looking deep into
. . .almost beyond you
. . .she’d say with a laugh:
. . .No! I’m no longer crazy.

. . .. . . . .

4.  Her mom
. . .knew how to cook
. . .artichokes

. . .Her dad was mostly
. . .elsewhere
. . .This was the only
. . .elsewhere dad
. . .I’d ever un-encountered

. . .After college
. . .so the story went
. . .she bared her breasts
. . .on film
. . .at Woodstock
. . .then

. . .She joined a cult
. . .that believed sex was evil
. . .changed her name
. . .became the head nun
. . .had her records expunged
. . .at our high school

. . .As it turned out
. . .her dad was prestigious
. . .He could do
. . .that kind of thing
. . .for his beautiful daughter

Image: “Surf at Dume Cove 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Surf at Dume Cove 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0

. . . . .

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

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Love’s Sweet Embellishment . a poemlet by Alice B. Clagett

Written in April 2004; published on 1 January 2019; republished on 5 April 2020

  • LOVE’S SWEET EMBELLISHMENT, a Poemlet by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem I wrote some years ago …

LOVE’S SWEET EMBELLISHMENT
A Poemlet by Alice B. Clagett
April 2004

Day’s end, and the coral trees
stitch their gentle silhouette
upon the opalescent hem
of vast Lord Krishna’s gown.

. . . . .

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

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Are You God Almighty? . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 7 November 2014; published on 31 December 2018

  • ARE YOU GOD ALMIGHTY?  A poem by Alice B. Clagett

Image: “Oak Tree Trunk,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Oak Tree Trunk,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

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ARE YOU GOD ALMIGHTY?
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
7 November 2014

Are you God Almighty?
I’m pleased to shake your hand

I’ve got a pile of troubles, dude
I know you’ll understand

One day sun is shining, next day full of gloom
One day I’m ascending, next day ‘meet your doom!’

So while I climb that ladder to
Walhalla in the sky

I’m happy to pay homage to
Great umbrage by my side

I might be wonderin’ one day
If you are in the wings

Then tumblin’ mumblin’ headlong feel
That song my own heart sings

What joy, what titivation can
One little organ bring!

What vastly great elation when
My own spirit’s king

So, my dear God Almighty
I shake your potent hand

Acknowledgin’ that ‘wow! get real!’
Is where my true soul stands

. . . . .

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

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FOOTNOTE

(1) In a way, the God the Father mental filter is also characteristic of our relationship to small groups in general … our community or ‘tribe’, our church, our nation, our culture, our particular planet Earth. They put an energetic ‘cap’ on our hearts. As we step out beyond these many ‘caps’ or roles, we allow ourselves to come into our own Remembering. Our own relationship to the All.

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Tiny Anthologies: Wild West Poems . by Alice B. Clagett *

Published on 4 February 2020

Dear Ones,

Here is a Tiny Anthology of Wild West Poems, in alphabetical order by title. For the poems that have soundtracks, I suggest listening to the recording while reading the words of the poem. That way the flavor of the poem may the better be conveyed …

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THE CLINK OF A REPTILE’S TOES        top
A Fanciful Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
11 February 2018

Soundtrack:

 

There was a fellow in Desperadoville
Who loved to kill for a sexual thrill

A wise guy stopped by who said, “My gosh …
You make your kills with swashbuckling panache!

“I have one request … ‘Cause
These kills make such messes …
Once monthly, finesse this  …

“Then say goodbye
To the townspeople’s sighs,
To their nightmares and cries …
Go and give it a try!”

So he tried this advice,
And at first it seemed nice

But the beat of his heart
Did a Humphrey Bogart
When he practiced that art

And, quick as Jack Robinson,
He ditched that lesson

Day after day, began
Once more rampagin’

One night, drinking liquor,
This hard hitter figured:
“The trouble’s your ticker!

“It’s too fast a racer
I’ll put a pacemaker
Inside it. Then killin’
Won’t be so thrillin’

“Cause when I think ‘hatchets’
My heart just won’t ratchet
Up, due to this gadget.”

So he found a doctor
To make up an order
To purchase the gizmo
To KO his MO

A life of crime
Don’t stop on a dime
It worked for a time

Then the day arrived
When he contrived

A vast panorama …
A homicide drama …

That went off as expected
For he fled, undetected
And savored the deed with espresso

This is far from the norm
He surmised, all forlorn …
My heart didn’t vet the crescendo

He moped for a while
Though it wasn’t his style …

“I’ll have to make hay
In a cold-blooded way,”
He declared: “Easy come, easy go!”

–from Link: “The Clink of a Reptile’s Toes,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, published on 11 February 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-8lU ..

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FOOL’S GOLD
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A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
27 November 2019

Would you like some counterfeit?
We have tons and tons of it.

If you say yes, and Fort Knox knocks,
They will have what you have not …
The stuff that dreams are made of.

Who can guess with what duress
The Feds will put you to the test?
Confess! … unless  you’d like a drubbing.

So I say: At the end of the day
It’s better to have what you make,
Than fake … albeit merely pennies.

Then, should the Feds express distress
You can show what you were paid …
And so allay budding dismay
On the part of every party.

I do presume to sing this tune
Of happiness without much stress
By being quite the opposite
Of those who profess to be lawless.

Heartache creeps in
When the heart takes a spin
To the land of the heartachy hard case …

Perhaps not the gallows
Yet prison will swallow
The years of our youth
Amongst the uncouth
Who did not know real bread
From playdough

–from Link: “Fool’s Gold,” a rhymed poem by Alice B. Clagett, written on 27 November 2019; published on 30 November 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-feX ..

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THE GATORADE KID
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A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
25 October 2019

 

There was a kid
who lived outside
He lived right behind
The Iron Horse Inn

When the snows came
He would beg those within
for a chance to stay warm
from dusk to dawn.

The rent he paid was
a goofy grin
and if they required it –
a night’s love-in

One day I heard
a car drive by
I heard, offhand:
Would you like a ride?

and the kid said: Sure!

They stopped just offroad
in an evergreen aisle.
The man at the wheel
said with a smile:

Kid, wanna go the mile?
I can make it worth your while!

and the kid said: Sure!

Then I saw the boy’s face
contorted in pain
Oh! Why does it feel so strange?

He fell down bleeding by a back tire
On the ground down snow
‘Twixt the car and the lane

Two men guffawed
and drove away

The next day I walked out
my motel door
hoping to see
the boy’s face once more

I saw his Gatorade lying there
in a snowdrift
by a new guest’s door

It was tipped sideways.
It was half full –
the liquid bright blue
on the shoveled snow

Next day I walked out
with a flutter of hope
like a blue bird tangled
up in my heart

I saw the Gatorade
sunk in the snow
and my heart checked out
of the Iron Horse Inn.

–from Link: “The Gatorade Kid,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, written on 25 October 2019; published on 25 October 2019; video published on 24 November 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-eHr ..

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THE HATEFUL HEART
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A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
24 November 2016

 

The hateful heart needs no consoling
As it’s always patrolling …
Looking for someone to love it,
Though it has no love to give. It
Prowls Earth like velociraptor,
Looking for love ‘ever after’.
When it finds it, it will eat it!
Then, looking for another sweet, it
Moans and groans,
Until it owns:
There is no love,
Unless you feed it!

–from Link: “The Hateful Heart,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 24 November 2016; published on 30 November 2016 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6tQ ..

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THE HET UP VET        top
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
20 February 2018

 

There once was a vet
Who began to feel that
He had too many cows on his docket

I have it! He stated
Since cash flow’s abated
I’ll try out a new line of profit

And so he ablated
That work he hated.
In favor of work that . . . The hospit-

-al blues …
Mercy me! Made the news

That vet had a profit
That couldn’t be crop-ped

Stop it! … Awe but!
Them that knows it, just drops it!

The dickens, you say!
I could bellow all day
‘Bout the vet who transformed his meal ticket

Yup. The hospit-
-al blues were front page news
For the vet with moolah to deposit

–from Link: “The Het Up Vet,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, published on 20 February 2018; revised on 14 October 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-8nK ..

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ICE
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A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
19 September 2019

This is a fictional, narrative poem.

 

I said, I’m a charity trust trustee
Ought I stay on the board or leave it?

He said, Why live with clutter?

Out of the corner of my eye
I looked round at his office

No papers, no books, no cabinets
Just a laptop and a printer

Ok, I said. I agree

As he handed me the paper to sign
his eyes cut like a razor

.   .  .

He said, Here are your POA forms
One is for power over health
the other for just about everything else

If you want
my wife and I
can provide that service for you

His eyes looked clear, like river ice
early on, in the winter

Ok, I said. I will sign them

.   .  .

His eyes turned blue like the midday sky
as he handed me the papers

Here’s a form, he said,
that I always advise
it’s important for your children

After 3 days they pull the plug
it saves them from commotion

I said, I don’t like that form at all!
Look at me – I’m the picture of perfect health
and then, I have no children

His eyes glinted like sun on snow
He said, My advice is to sign it.

.   .  .

He opened the door to show me out
Then stopped for half a second

My wife, he said, does health massage

I said, May I have her number?

.   .  .
.   .  .

She said, I can’t see you at my job
They’re fixing the floor in my office.
I’ll do the massage at our home instead

Her voice was like raspberry jam on toast
Why did that concern me?

What day? I asked
with a frog in my throat

She said, I’ll get back to you

Two weeks later, I found the door
of the place where she and her husband lived

Here, she said, is my new massage table

Her hand touched the cloth
in the way that a priest
offers the Sunday Eucharist

.   .  .

I don’t disrobe for massage, I said
I hope you can work around that

Her lips froze
Her eyes assessed
Her hip touched the edge of the table gently

Would that be ok? I asked

Ok, she said. Lie down here.

.   .  .

This is a new technique, she said
You’ll be the first to try it
and she explained cerebrally
the ins and outs of the method

Then out of the blue, it seemed to me,
she said, Do you know Catherine?
I have known her for years, she said
and I really like her

My eyes froze, then relaxed. O yeah.
It’s Catherine that’s working back in town
next door to this young lady

A hunch formed in the back of my mind
Then disappeared
before I could see
more than a claw
or the look on the face of it

.   .  .

A man in a hat
that concealed his face
walked in from the yard

As he cleared the lintel I saw
the door was still half open

His shadow lay
like a long black line
on the floor at the foot of the table

Who’s that? I asked

O, she said,
He’s just a gawker from next door
You don’t mind, do you?

I said, Yes I do!

The stranger stopped inching towards us

He turned round in the cool dim room
felt for the door with his left hand
and stumbled into the sunlight

.   .  .

My blood turned hot.
My hands got cold
My heart got a speeding ticket

I sat up.

My gosh, I have to go!
Here, let me pay you

–from Link: “Ice,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, written on 19 September 2019; published on 21 September 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-eio ..

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IS THERE A HOTEL HILTON IN HELL?

OK, THEN, HOW ABOUT A SKI LIFT IN PURGATORY?        top
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
11 February 2018

When we get to the afterlife
There is no social din or strife

No ritz, no hoi polloi-ing there
No pas de trois, no gamesterware

The agent of that shift’s quite clair …
The Mind of God is in the air

God will sit there on His Throne
And every pecadillo’s known

No boodle tendered to His cause
Can make the Hand of Wisdom pause

We can’t hop on that ‘so long’ bus
or ride the rails to dodge the fuss

God speaks our truth,
And then, forsooth,

It’s we that must the piper pay
When we face God on Judgment Day

–from Link: “Is There a Hotel Hilton in Hell? Ok, Then, How About a Ski Lift in Purgatory?” a poem by Alice B. Clagett. written on 11 February 2019; published on 19 February 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-8n1 ..

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ODE TO A SCARLET VARLET
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A Story by Alice B. Clagett
24 February 2018

 

You know, some people say that, when a criminal pays,
by going to jail, and then gets out again,
that they’ve paid their debt to society,
and so they deserve a second chance, right?
And so, but …
There are certain criminals that don’t want a second chance!
So I’ve composed this ode in honor of those sorts of criminals.
And it goes like this:
I have paid my debt to society
and I pay it again each week
Die, Sucker, Die!
And a makeover artist says:
If they shine their shoes, and buff up their lats
Nobody will know about their past!
And those guys say:
Die, Haberdasher, Die!
And the ladies say:
Whoo-eee! It’s a lot of fun
Fooling around with the reformed ones!
And those guys say:
Die, Pollyanna, die!
And humanitarians say:
Oh, these guys had such rough childhoods
Maybe we can help them with their livelihood
And those guys say:
Die, Goody Two-Shoes, die!
So, every Friday or Saturday night
They give the citizens quite a fright …
You will pay for the miserable way
You’ve treated us! It’s Judgement Day|
Die, Citizen, Die!
Well, I have to say,
I’m just put out by the situation
I’m daunted …
I’m just not wantin’
this reptilian lingo
to linger
any longer
You already know that story!
But what I hear, on a Friday night, Is
Die, Citizen, Die!

–from Link: “Ode to a Scarlet Varlet,” a story by Alice B. Clagett, written on 24 February 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-8zO ..

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THE OUTLAW
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A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
22 February 2018

 

My gut,
he would tout,
Is loaded
wit’ lead
That I can’t
be without
Why not?
They’d blurt out
And then
he would shout:
I’d rather be blud-
geoned than
take out that slug
and then wince
to the pinch
of a lynch mob’s
cinch

–from Link: “The Outlaw,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, Written on 22 February 2018; published on 22 April 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-8z0 ..

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TINSEL HEAD: TO BE OR NOT TO BE?
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A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
18 December 2019

I shall wear tinsel on my head
And then by demons will be lead
Then by no one shalt be said
That my head is full of lead …
instead
They’ll bow down to me

–from Link: “‘Tinsel Head’ Tale: Scrimmages with a Los Angeles ‘Brujo Cult’,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 18 December 2019; published on 23 December 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-fIS ..

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TOUGH STUFF
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A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
28 July 2018
The life of the tough
is rough
Gadzooks
forsooth …
the noose!

–from Link: “Life of the Tough,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 28 July 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-a4L ..

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THE VOICE OF A CHILD        top
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
3 March 2018

 

This account is entirely fictional.

Not long ago, in a country town
chilled to the bone, a troubled child
waited almost an hour for the bus to arrive

A woman, seeming mighty grand
pulled up in an old sedan
Leaned across the passenger seat
opened the door and said, hop in!

For almost a month on the astral plane
Night after night I heard his screams

God, oh God! God, oh God!
When will my father come find me?

Mr MD, What have you done
clipping the eyelids from that man’s son?
Did you think that would awaken him?

The heresy of physical form
makes a man think that a woman is born
when the jewels of his youth are shorn
and then, his mother’s fine clothes are worn

What shows up is an angry man
trapped in a form that he can’t stand
What will he do for a sexual thrill
but find a child at a bus stop to kill?

For over a month on the astral plane
I heard his screams, I felt his pain
And then one day, a man stepped in
and severed the child from his agony

Then for a month or more I heard
a sweet small voice from the wild clair world

I love you, I love you, Mr MD
for ending that nightmare pain in me
I love you, I love you, Mr MD …
Thank you for liberating me

Oh God, if there be a God, please spare
this child, please find him there
Bless him and bring him home again
to the Father who hears when he calls for help

Bless his parents. Heal that place
and by the way, as to Dorian Gray
ask the MD to read it please

Form’s good, but it’s not the only thing
It’s feelings that make our hearts sing

In my heart I still hear
month in, month out,
the voice of a child
and how he called out

See the face of a woman
who was not all there
and the glint of a knife
as it arced through the air

I remember how great
was the grief of that town
and how we kept hoping
the child would be found

–from Link: “The Voice of a Child,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, published on 3 March 2018; revised on 2 December 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-8rg ..

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

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Wham Stomp Rap . a couplet by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 23 January 2020; published on 24 January 2020

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Wham Stomp Rap, a Couplet by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

Here is a couplet about psychic ‘raps’. There is a Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Wham Stomp Rap
A Couplet by Alice B. Clagett
23 January 2020

Wham, wham wham!
Stomp, stomp, stomp!
Rap, rap, rap!
What in Sam Hill was that!

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

See also Link: “Alice’s Perilous Tales: Cannibal Man . The Greater Oblation,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 19 January 2020; published on 23 January 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-g9u ..

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Ode to the Risen Christ . channeled by Alice B. Clagett

Written and published on 26 December 2019

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  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Ode to the Risen Christ, channeled by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem for Christmas 2019. There is a Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

This is a poem called “Ode to the Risen Christ,” channeled by Alice B. Clagett. The occasion is Christmas; the year is 2019 …

Ode to the Risen Christ
Channeled by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
26 December 2019

What’ll we do with this James Dean Christian
Shall we declare him officially missin’ ?
What an amazing life he has led
From altar boy to dread Mordred

Shaper of altar cloths into a dress
For his mom who because of her faith misses
Beautiful clothes, as her beautiful boys
Need bottles and Bibles and breakfasts and toys

Murderer of pastor who under duress
Feared to reprove the dad who did worse
Than he ought – having been taught
Forgiveness for condom use cannot be bought

Black Mass provider for them that believe
Our church to be landed, while homeless folks grieve
Our church to be well fed while hungred cry out
And woeful from wealful are wryly pried out

Cozener of pride, crafter of wrong
Among those we depend on to keep our church strong
Fingerer of foothold in fondness or lust
In one who espouses felonious trust

Finder of failings in mighty and true
men who care not for hoodoo –
Anchor of angels to dark angel lands
Forcer of lightworkers, binder of hands
Maker, upstaker of daft demon bands

Speak we of ‘antichrist’, yet there are many
who speak in the plural, and say there are plenty
More than a handful of james Dean Christians
Who are quick to promote their own Dark visions

End Times can be tough, as such often prevail
In hostile takeovers – harrowing tale –
Church after church goes down in the dust
Of the man who makes millions and owns not a crust

Come hell or high water he grabs us and takes us
Down to the place where the hell fire bakes us
Tossing kith, dissing kin, foxed by rosy cloud cover
We abandon our lives for this demon lover

Say, what will we do with this James Dean Christian?
When all’s said and done, it is we that are missin’
the point, for the old must be left for the New
Each Christian must weather the Satan crew

How can we counter his trickster word?
What can we grasp but the cross and the sword?
Who then can save us but Christ who strides
Diffusing bright grace through the light’ning skies?

Today is the day to bid Satan adieu
And rise with the risen Christ anew
And bless the hour that we were born
Along with the child that the Magi adorn

Good Christmas to all and a wondrous New Year
And may Satan’s works fall flat on their ear
As Christians worldwide arise to the call
Of Christ and his works that hold Darkness in thrall –
Of God and His purpose held highest of all.

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

Image: “Self-Portrait,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 December 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Self-Portrait,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 December 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

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Alice’s Perilous Tales: ‘Tinsel Head’ Tale: Scrimmages with a Los Angeles ‘Brujo Cult’ . by Alice B. Clagett

Video filmed on 18 December 2019; published along with blog on 23 December 2019; blog revised on 20 May 2020
Previously titled: Tinsel Head: To Be or Not to Be? . a poem by Alice B. Clagett … and … ‘Tinsel Head’ Tale: Scrimmages with a Los Angeles ‘Brujo Cult’ . by Alice B. Clagett
Added poem to Tiny Anthologies: Wild West Poems and to 2u3d website

  • INTRODUCTION: SCRIMMAGES WITH A LOS ANGELES ‘BRUJO CULT’
  • ALICE’S PERILOUS TALES: THE WHIRLING ‘CROWN OF THORNS’
    • On Appraising Miracles and Psychic Powers
    • Dark Attack: The Lightning Bolt That Pierced My Third-Eye Point in a Non-Christian Chapel
      • Sidebar: Unwelcome Psychic Events I Experienced While Meditating with Neo-Hindu Groups
    • Subsequent Visions on Days Commemorating the Group’s Saints
    • Other Teachers’ Advice About a Dark, Whirling Psychic ‘Crown of Thorns’
    • Transformation of One Thorn to the Light
    • Another Person’s Causal ‘Take’ on Transformation Through the Light
    • Faith in God: The Only Cure to Black Magic and Sorcerers’ Spells
  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Tinsel Head: To Be or Not to Be? A Poem by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

INTRODUCTION: SCRIMMAGES WITH A LOS ANGELES ‘BRUJO CULT’

This blog speaks to my experience in countering and overcoming psychic attacks by a Caucasian mind control cult here in the Los Angeles area.

On the astral plane I heard just Monday that the Latin American peoples of this valley where I live term these sorts of groups ‘brujo cults’ [sorcerer cults]. They say, on the astral plane, that there are ways of knowing which these are, so that a person will not be sideswiped by them on the astral plane …

Link: “Brujeria,” in Wikipedia … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brujer%C3%ADa ..

This is very hopeful news, should it prove true, as the Caucasian peoples here in Los Angeles have lost what knowledge they once had of forestalling attempts at sorcery (or so it seems to me). It is possible there may be a priceless fund of information south of the border, and it may be that there is a way to discover it one day soon.

Meanwhile I offer my own experience with regard to a horrific psychic war a group of psychics undertook against me here in Los Angeles … a war that has lasted for more than 20 years. In retrospect it occurs to me that Darkworkers such as they perceive Lightworkers such as me to be vying with them for dominion over Earth … much as is erroneously conveyed in the movie “Good Omens” …

Link: “Good Omens,” at IMDb … https://www.imdb.com/title/tt1869454/ ..

I say ‘erroneously’ because, from the perspective of the fifth dimension, life on Earth is all One, and the purpose of all beings here is to act on their own free will, and to learn to align their hearts and minds and will with the great Heart, the great Mind, and the great Will of God.

Life on Earth is not a battleground between good and evil, I feel, but rather a cinematographic adventure designed by our Ascension Teams to help us know God, and to learn the ways of the many paths of Light, love, and joy.

But for now, let us turn back to this tale of woe, this story of the efforts of a lone Christian woman to counter the psychic attacks of what seemed to be the ravening psychic horde … of her encounter and subsequent rough and tumbles with one of the greatest ‘brujo cults’ of the modern world. Here is one strand of that multifarious tale of psychic scrimmage …

ALICE’S PERILOUS TALES: THE WHIRLING ‘CROWN OF THORNS’

On Appraising Miracles and Psychic Powers

I remember once, long years ago, I meditated with a group where ‘miracles’ and psychic powers were often conferred. At the same place I felt, for the first time in my life, a great deal of psychic turmoil near my energy field and coursing through the energy fields of other people; this turmoil I experienced as incursions of Dark, intelligent life forms. To put a blunt point upon it, demons seemed to dance over the heads of those upon whom psychic powers were conferred.

This was confusing to me, as I had understood, at my grandmother’s knee, while studying Christianity in early childhood, that miracles are conferred by God. In poring over the texts of the group where these paranormal events seemed to be transpiring … in hopes of an answer to my ponderings … I came across a statement by the group’s leader that psychic ‘visions’ are sometimes true and sometimes false, and that the serious spiritual student must needs exercise the utmost discretion in evaluating such psychic experiences.

Dark Attack: The Lightning Bolt That Pierced My Third-Eye Point in a Non-Christian Chapel

As the years wore on, my perplexity at what seemed to be ever more frequent … ‘Dark Attacks’ deepened.

I recall the first such incident had occurred, during a daytime group meditation in a non-Christian chapel. I had been sitting a few rows back from the front of the altar, with a head-and-shoulders painting of the group’s teacher, who was revered as a Neo-Hindu saint, above me on the center of the wall above the altar.

That day, my ability to meditate seemed vastly deeper than it ever had before … although I had enjoyed some years of meditation in decades past. Everyone else who was meditating there that day seemed to be experiencing the same deep inner peace as well. That must … I then thought … be a good thing?

I recall that a beautiful young woman, with long dark wavy hair, walked up the aisle to my right, then to the step just before the painting, and threw herself on the floor face first, in a display of the most abject adoration.

Then, out of the blue, a searing bolt of psychic energy flew forth, seemingly, from the eyes of the painting of the teacher that hung above the altar. This lightning bolt pierced straight through my third-eye point, and then kept going, into and through the heart chakra of a male devotee who was sitting about three rows behind me …

Drawing: “Lightning Bolt of Psychic Energy in Non-Christian Chapel: Bolt Ends in Man’s Heart Chakra,” by Alice B. Clagett, 20 May 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0 … DESCRIPTION: On the right, at the front of the chapel, is a raised platform with a table on it; the table is labeled ‘Altar’. On the table is a vase of flowers. On the wall above the altar is a head-and-shoulders picture of a saint; this picture is labeled ‘Guru’. On the floor in front of the altar lies a woman, face down, arms outstretched on the floor beyond her head; this woman is labeled ‘female devotee prostrating herself at the altar’. On the left are rows of seats in a chapel; these are labeled ‘seats’. Seated second from the leftmost seat, nearer the back of the chapel, is a man; this man is labeled ‘male devotee’. Standing at the second seat from front is a woman facing the altar; this woman is labeled ‘me’. From the eyes of the saint in the picture above the altar is drawn a thick line that pierces the third-eye point of the standing woman, and ends in the heart chakra of the seated man. This line is labeled ‘lightning bolt’.

Drawing: “Lightning Bolt of Psychic Energy in Non-Christian Chapel: Bolt Ends in Man’s Heart Chakra,” by Alice B. Clagett, 20 May 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0 …

DESCRIPTION: On the right, at the front of the chapel, is a raised platform with a table on it; the table is labeled ‘Altar’. On the table is a vase of flowers. On the wall above the altar is a head-and-shoulders picture of a saint; this picture is labeled ‘Guru’.

On the floor in front of the altar lies a woman, face down, arms outstretched on the floor beyond her head; this woman is labeled ‘female devotee prostrating herself at the altar’. On the left are rows of seats in a chapel; these are labeled ‘seats’. Seated second from the leftmost seat, nearer the back of the chapel, is a man; this man is labeled ‘male devotee’. Standing at the second seat from front is a woman facing the altar; this woman is labeled ‘me’.

From the eyes of the saint in the picture above the altar is drawn a thick line that pierces the third-eye point of the standing woman, and ends in the heart chakra of the seated man. This line is labeled ‘lightning bolt’.

On the psychic plane, I recently heard someone say that the people in the non-Christian chapel where this psychic phenomenon occurred believed the ‘lightning bolt’ hit the sexual chakra of the male devotee in the drawing. While that was not so in my experience, it may be so in their timelines, so I have drawn the ‘lightning bolt’ in that way as well …

Drawing: “Lightning Bolt of Psychic Energy in Non-Christian Chapel: Bolt Ends in Man’s Sexual Chakra,” by Alice B. Clagett, 20 May 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0 … DESCRIPTION: On the right, at the front of the chapel, is a raised platform with a table on it; the table is labeled ‘Altar’. On the table is a vase of flowers. On the wall above the altar is a head-and-shoulders picture of a saint; this picture is labeled ‘Guru’. On the floor in front of the altar lies a woman, face down, arms outstretched on the floor beyond her head; this woman is labeled ‘female devotee prostrating herself at the altar’. On the left are rows of seats in a chapel; these are labeled ‘seats’. Seated second from the leftmost seat, nearer the back of the chapel, is a man; this man is labeled ‘male devotee’. Standing at the second seat from front is a woman facing the altar; this woman is labeled ‘me’. From the eyes of the saint in the picture above the altar is drawn a thick line that pierces the third-eye point of the standing woman, and ends in the sexual chakra of the seated man. This line is labeled ‘lightning bolt’ … COMMENT: My experience of the above-drawn psychic event was that the lightning bolt ended in the male devotee’s heart chakra. On the psychic plane I heard that some people believed the bolt ended in the man’s sexual chakra. As that may be their truth, I have drawn it that way in this image.

Drawing: “Lightning Bolt of Psychic Energy in Non-Christian Chapel: Bolt Ends in Man’s Sexual Chakra,” by Alice B. Clagett, 20 May 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0 …

DESCRIPTION: On the right, at the front of the chapel, is a raised platform with a table on it; the table is labeled ‘Altar’. On the table is a vase of flowers. On the wall above the altar is a head-and-shoulders picture of a saint; this picture is labeled ‘Guru’.

On the floor in front of the altar lies a woman, face down, arms outstretched on the floor beyond her head; this woman is labeled ‘female devotee prostrating herself at the altar’. On the left are rows of seats in a chapel; these are labeled ‘seats’. Seated second from the leftmost seat, nearer the back of the chapel, is a man; this man is labeled ‘male devotee’. Standing at the second seat from front is a woman facing the altar; this woman is labeled ‘me’.

From the eyes of the saint in the picture above the altar is drawn a thick line that pierces the third-eye point of the standing woman, and ends in the sexual chakra of the seated man. This line is labeled ‘lightning bolt’.

COMMENT: My experience of the above-drawn psychic event was that the lightning bolt ended in the male devotee’s heart chakra. On the psychic plane I heard that some people believed the bolt ended in the man’s sexual chakra. As that may be their truth, I have drawn it that way in this image.

I was shocked. I turned to see who had gotten scorched. It was a young man, a stranger to me, who looked to be saintly, sitting behind me. He had risen up halfway out of his chair just then, with a look of mild shock on his face. As I looked, he slowly sat back down.

Behind him, at the roped off back of the meditation area, sat a pretty young woman meditator whom I later found was the young man’s fiancée. Standing in the aisle between the roped off seats and the main seats of the meditation room was a buxom middle-aged woman dressed in stately, modest dark-hued clothes; it seemed to me she felt hostile toward me, although we had never met.

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Sidebar: Unwelcome Psychic Events I Experienced While Meditating with Neo-Hindu Groups

For a set of drawings to do with an untoward event that occurred time after time in another neo-Hindu meditation group, see …

Link: “Schadenfreude and the ‘Bow Down to Me’ 3-Part Football Play,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 13 November 2013; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7ia ..

I class these as black magic or thuggee types of events to do with psychic powers exerted through spiritual adepts, black magicians, or sorcerers by disembodied entities.

The two events I experienced occurred in a Neo-Hindu setting. I feel it likely that such events may happen in any spiritual setting, and do not necessarily represent the teachings of a spiritual group as a whole; they may be just disparate, chance events.

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Subsequent Visions on Days Commemorating the Group’s Saints

That then was the first vision I had while meditating with that group. But as the years wore on, I became aware that, during meditations on days when each of the group’s saints were commemorated, there would invariably be a psychic vision of the saint in the last few minutes of the meditation. This vision, it seemed to me, might have been experienced by all the meditating people.

It was the predictability of this vision that led me to a theory that these might be the ‘false visions’ of which their teacher spoke. Perhaps, I thought, they might even be a psychic lure or temptation offered by the Demonic realm to induce people to join the group.

Could this be so? Having no experience in the psychic realms, I had no idea. Possibly, I thought, there might be an ‘inner sanctum’ of psychics in this group, who were creating the visions as a sort of mass hallucination?

Other Teachers’ Advice About a Dark, Whirling Psychic ‘Crown of Thorns’

Given the continuing presence of what seemed to be demons circling round my head in tiny batches of six … like a Dark, whirling ‘crown of thorns’ at the level of my third-eye point … I had to wonder what was up.

I was attending a different meditation group in West Los Angeles and in Durango, Colorado, in the summers during that time. I recall asking the group leader (during a class in which the circling ‘batches of six’ were especially annoying) who those whirling people were? I recall he said, at the time, with a disparaging look, that they were not people; they were not anything living.

I recalled another spiritual teacher told me he felt that anything within my energy field was mine to transform. If these were not living beings, then surely it would be ok to transform them to the Light?

Transformation of One Thorn to the Light

I recall driving down Route 160 one day, on the way from Durango to Bayfield, Colorado. The ‘crown of thorns’ was whirling around; to my dismay, it seemed to be accompanied by psychic howling.

The Incoming Light was particularly splendid that day, and that led me to concentrate my Awareness on my third-eye point, in hopes that it might be purified and transformed by the  Light.

To my utter consternation, I heard a great screeching and screaming from one of the circling ‘non-beings’, and in a poof of Light, it disappeared. Now there were only five in my ‘crown of thorns’.

But what in Heaven’s name had just happened? I had to stop the car at the next turnout and try to figure it out. Turnouts are relatively scarce on that stretch of road, but I found one. Then I asked my Ascension Team what had happened. My Team, in a descent of Light, allowed me to feel it was all for the good.

Another Person’s Causal ‘Take’ on Transformation Through the Light

But at the same time, in the causal realm, I heard from the young psychic man whose heart had been pierced in the original ‘vision’ that a psychic woman whom he respected as a mother figure had just then had a heart attack, or maybe a stroke, and that … he felt … I was the cause of this injury to her person.

There is always a question, with psychic phenomena: Are they true or false? Clearly the causal realm … which is confined to the third (physical) and fourth (astral) dimensions … is relatively false, compared to the fifth dimension (the Kingdom of God). From that stance, any causal statement is relatively false.

Further, what I heard might have been, not the thought forms of another person, but rather my own misgivings, set forth in my own mind as if they were the thoughts of another person.

Or they might have been accurate representations of the beliefs of the person I thought I heard; yet the question might arise whether these beliefs were accurate.

Faith in God: The Only Cure to Black Magic and Sorcerers’ Spells

For all I know, the injurious physical event had not happened. But what if it had? If it had, then the meditation teacher who thought the ‘crown of thorns’ was composed of ‘non-beings’ would have been mistaken. For if transformation of one of these to the Light resulted in injury to a psychic woman, then that dot of circling Light must have been the very woman, or perhaps some enspelled or enspelling aspect of her beingness.

What manner of spell this might have been, I may never know. I am no adept of the Dark, nor had I knowledge of Black Magic, when what seemed to be my utmost peril befell me, and persisted round me for nigh on 20 years.

Yet I can say that, through faith in God, through aligning with His awesome Will and Heart and Mind, any temptation … any seeming manifestation of the Dark … may, in time, be overcome. For I found that, year after weary year, the nebulous, fearful grip of the Dark with great reluctance loosened, and the tenebrity of the astral air lightened and brightened around me.

This I may say about psychic powers: They are a great test of faith. They can be of the utmost detriment to our Soul evolution if we take pride in them, and if in arrogance and self-righteousness we use them to injure other people for the sake of our own selves or our own sect.

The only sanctuary for those tempted in this way is alignment of our will and heart and mind with those of God … visualizing in every instant His saving grace, which He may choose to manifest through our frail form, and despite our many failings, or which He may chose to manifest otherly. With that attitude we may strive towards Soul evolution despite the many trials our hearts must needs endure in this Earthly life.

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Tinsel Head: To Be or Not to Be?
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
18 December 2019

I shall wear tinsel on my head
And then by demons will be lead
Then by no one shalt be said
That my head is full of lead …
instead
They’ll bow down to me

[This poem takes the opposite of my own point of view.]

Image: “Tinsel Head,” self-portrait by Alice B. Clagett, 18 December 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

Image: “Tinsel Head,” self-portrait by Alice B. Clagett, 18 December 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

See also Link: “Tiny Anthology: Funny Self-Portraits,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 4 February 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-gjw ..

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

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Fool’s Gold . a rhymed poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 27 November 2019; published on 30 November 2019
Added poem to: Tiny Anthologies: Wild West Poems

  • FOOL’S GOLD, a Poem by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

Here is a short satire on counterfeit money ..

FOOL’S GOLD
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
27 November 2019

Would you like some counterfeit?
We have tons and tons of it.

If you say yes, and Fort Knox knocks,
They will have what you have not …
The stuff that dreams are made of.

Who can guess with what duress
The Feds will put you to the test?
Confess! … unless  you’d like a drubbing.

So I say: At the end of the day
It’s better to have what you make,
Than fake … albeit merely pennies.

Then, should the Feds express distress
You can show what you were paid …
And so allay budding dismay
On the part of every party.

I do presume to sing this tune
Of happiness without much stress
By being quite the opposite
Of those who profess to be lawless.

Heartache creeps in
When the heart takes a spin
To the land of the heartachy hard case …

Perhaps not the gallows
Yet prison will swallow
The years of our youth
Amongst the uncouth
Who did not know real bread
From playdough

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

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The Gatorade Kid . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 25 October 2019; published on 25 October 2019; video published on 24 November 2019
Added poem to: Tiny Anthologies: Wild West Poems

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • The Gatorade Kid, a poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem for you, about a tragic story part 3D and part 4D, that unfolded in Durango, Colorado, four years ago. Sometimes there is no way to redress the wrongs of the world except through story-telling, poetry, art, or song …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

The Gatorade Kid
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
25 October 2019
Soundtrack and Words

 

There was a kid
who lived outside
He lived right behind
The Iron Horse Inn

When the snows came
He would beg those within
for a chance to stay warm
from dusk to dawn.

The rent he paid was
a goofy grin
and if they required it –
a night’s love-in

One day I heard
a car drive by
I heard, offhand:
Would you like a ride?

and the kid said: Sure!

They stopped just offroad
in an evergreen aisle.
The man at the wheel
said with a smile:

Kid, wanna go the mile?
I can make it worth your while!

and the kid said: Sure!

Then I saw the boy’s face
contorted in pain
Oh! Why does it feel so strange?

He fell down bleeding by a back tire
On the ground down snow
‘Twixt the car and the lane

Two men guffawed
and drove away

The next day I walked out
my motel door
hoping to see
the boy’s face once more

I saw his Gatorade lying there
in a snowdrift
by a new guest’s door

It was tipped sideways.
It was half full –
the liquid bright blue
on the shoveled snow

Next day I walked out
with a flutter of hope
like a blue bird tangled
up in my heart

I saw the Gatorade
sunk in the snow
and my heart checked out
of the Iron Horse Inn.

. . . . .

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

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The Life of a Pond Turtle . a poemlet by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 24 September 2019; published on 30 September 2019; revised on 31 May 2020

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • The Life of a Pond Turtle, a Poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words
    • Credits

Dear Ones,

The shortest of poems: “The Life of a Pond Turtle.” A Summary follows the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

“The Life of a Pond Turtle”
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
24 September 2019

 

Oh, the life of a pond turtle is
Sits in the sun, and swims with fishes

Oh, the life of a pond turtle is
Better than, better than anyone’s biz

Credits

“The Life of a Pond Turtle”
Directed by Alice B. Clagett
Filmed on location: Mildred E. Mathias Botanical Garden – UCLA
Soundtrack” “The Life of a Pond Turtle” by Alice B. Clagett

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

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Ice . a poem by Alice Clagett

Written on 19 September 2019; published on 21 September 2019
Added poem to: Tiny Anthologies: Wild West Poems

Link: “Ice,” a Poem by Alice B. Clagett, written on 19 September 2019; published on 21 September 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-eio ..

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Ice, a Poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words

Dear Ones,

Here is a new poem for you …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

This is a poem called “Ice” …

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ICE
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
19 September 2019

This is a fictional, narrative poem.

 

I said, I’m a charity trust trustee
Ought I stay on the board or leave it?

He said, Why live with clutter?

Out of the corner of my eye
I looked round at his office

No papers, no books, no cabinets
Just a laptop and a printer

Ok, I said. I agree

As he handed me the paper to sign
his eyes cut like a razor

.   .  .

He said, Here are your POA forms
One is for power over health
the other for just about everything else

If you want
my wife and I
can provide that service for you

His eyes looked clear, like river ice
early on, in the winter

Ok, I said. I will sign them

.   .  .

His eyes turned blue like the midday sky
as he handed me the papers

Here’s a form, he said,
that I always advise
it’s important for your children

After 3 days they pull the plug
it saves them from commotion

I said, I don’t like that form at all!
Look at me – I’m the picture of perfect health
and then, I have no children

His eyes glinted like sun on snow
He said, My advice is to sign it.

.   .  .

He opened the door to show me out
Then stopped for half a second

My wife, he said, does health massage

I said, May I have her number?

.   .  .
.   .  .

She said, I can’t see you at my job
They’re fixing the floor in my office.
I’ll do the massage at our home instead

Her voice was like raspberry jam on toast
Why did that concern me?

What day? I asked
with a frog in my throat

She said, I’ll get back to you

Two weeks later, I found the door
of the place where she and her husband lived

Here, she said, is my new massage table

Her hand touched the cloth
in the way that a priest
offers the Sunday Eucharist

.   .  .

I don’t disrobe for massage, I said
I hope you can work around that

Her lips froze
Her eyes assessed
Her hip touched the edge of the table gently

Would that be ok? I asked

Ok, she said. Lie down here.

.   .  .

This is a new technique, she said
You’ll be the first to try it
and she explained cerebrally
the ins and outs of the method

Then out of the blue, it seemed to me,
she said, Do you know Catherine?
I have known her for years, she said
and I really like her

My eyes froze, then relaxed. O yeah.
It’s Catherine that’s working back in town
next door to this young lady

A hunch formed in the back of my mind
Then disappeared
before I could see
more than a claw
or the look on the face of it

.   .  .

A man in a hat
that concealed his face
walked in from the yard

As he cleared the lintel I saw
the door was still half open

His shadow lay
like a long black line
on the floor at the foot of the table

Who’s that? I asked

O, she said,
He’s just a gawker from next door
You don’t mind, do you?

I said, Yes I do!

The stranger stopped inching towards us

He turned round in the cool dim room
felt for the door with his left hand
and stumbled into the sunlight

.   .  .

My blood turned hot.
My hands got cold
My heart got a speeding ticket

I sat up.

My gosh, I have to go!
Here, let me pay you

. . . . .

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

NOTE: POA means ‘power of attorney’

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A Poem for the Man with the Trembling Pinkie . by Alice B. Clagett

Written and published on 9 August 2019; revised on 23 May 2020

  • A POEM FOR THE MAN WITH THE TREMBLING PINKIE, by Alice B. Clagett
  • AFTERTHOUGHT: DO PERSEID METEOR SHOWERS SPARK SERIAL KILLER AND SERIAL RAPIST ENERGIES?
  • MORE INFORMATION

Dear Ones,

Here is a very short poem rhymed in a slapdash manner reminiscent of the personality of the protagonist …

A POEM FOR THE MAN WITH THE TREMBLING PINKIE
by Alice B. Clagett
9 August 2019

His balderdash
Off he will cast
And you’ll be (past
tense) corned beef hash.

To get wise to this sort of MO, it might be good to view the British 2-part drama “Secret Smile,” which stars Kate Ashfield and David Tennant … Link: “Secret Smile” … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Secret_Smile ..

I do not advise ‘getting even’ or ‘giving someone what they deserve’ like the heroine, though. The thing to do is to ask local law enforcement for help, I feel.

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

AFTERTHOUGHT: DO PERSEID METEOR SHOWERS SPARK SERIAL KILLER AND SERIAL RAPIST ENERGIES?

I wonder if this trouble that comes up every once in a while has something to do with the annual Perseid meteor shower (associated with the comet Swift-Tuttle), which is taking place just now?

Last night it felt like big menacing dark things were zooming by … a crowd of them, almost like hostile thought forms zooming through my head.

Could there be an association between the energy of the annual Perseid meteor shower and that of undercover serial killers and serial rapists? … a ‘spark-off’ that turns them from mild mannered Dr. Jekylls to evil Mr. Hydes this time of year? …

Link: “Perseids,” in Wikipedia … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Perseids ..

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MORE INFORMATION

Link: “Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Man with the Trembling Pinkie,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 23 May 2019; updated … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-cRe ..

Link: “Multiple Personality Disorder,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 29 May 2018; revised on 23 February 2019 and on 25 April 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-9cQ ..

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Hold a Candle . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 5 May 2019; published on 31 May 2019

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Hold a Candle, A Poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem written during the monthly creative writing class I attended at the beginning of May. The stance of the poem I feel to be good for me as a neutral observer of humankind.

Elsewhere in my blogs I express the stance I would take were I a transvestite (a crossdresser) or transgender person dealing with the Ascension clearing process through the Incoming Light. That process also involves neutral witnessing, I feel, but of a different sort: In that field ‘beyond right and wrong’ (to quote the great mystical poet Rumi) each of us stands alone with God, and assesses the what and wherefore of our human condition, the causal incidents of our Soul wounding, and that ruthlessly truthful Awareness that leads to an ever brighter Body of Light.

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.

At writing class last month, we had an assignment to write a story that included certain words. Each person in the class contributed one word at that moment; and the words were: candle, crutch, soar, sadness, transvestite, and excitement. 

My gift to the class was a poem that included all those words. Here is that poem for you; the title is “Hold a Candle” ….

. . . . .

Hold a Candle
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
5 May 2019

 

Hold a candle
Find a light
Hold it high
Against the night

What’s a hindrance?
What’s a crutch?
Find the surest
Healing touch!

Soar in laughter
Sink in pain
Sense the level
Strong terrain

Sadness catches
One and all
Then allows us
To recall

How excitement
May sustain —
Double, triple
Each small gain

Trust that
Each transvestite’s fear
May find comfort
Somewhere

Hear their yearning
Sense their call:
I’m God’s child
As are we all.

. . . . .

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

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Sheets of Light . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 13 April 2019; published on 14 April 2019

Dear Ones,

Late yesterday afternoon, after Palm Sunday Vigil and communion with the holy congregation, I was driving home, and I wrote this poem …

. . . . .

SHEETS OF LIGHT
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
13 April 2019

Light came down in sheets and folds
. . like cake mix falling into a cake pan
. . like clothes-pinned billows of wet sheets
. . . . .that fold and snap in a wild breeze
. . like Heaven slaloming
. . . . . through the streets.

Now, now is the time.

Dearest of the dear
Nearer than the breath of life
Faster than silver-footed thought

More sure than mother’s love
More curious than cats
More glorious than sunlight
. . caroming past Palm Sunday

Oh my Soul, remember!

. . . . .

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

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What’s a Doc to Do? . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 7 October 2018; published on 22 October 2018

  • WHAT’S A DOC TO DO? a Poem by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem I wrote for a creative writing class on 7 October 2018. The assignment was to describe the air, sounds, and movement of the Light that day …

. . . . .

WHAT’S A DOC TO DO?
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
7 October 2018

From the depths of this that is
arising . . .
…..brand spanking
……….Soul searing
……………Too bright to look at

right on, way better
than anyone suspected:
………………………..               Golden Breeze Blown morning

Better than
….a baby’s first
………forlorn, bewildered,
…………..top o’ the lungs
………………..Bronx cheer
…………………                  …to All this hullabaloo
…………………..                  .we Big folks feel
………………….                   .is just ..what life . oughta be !

How dare !
…..This red-faced
……….tight fisted
……………tiny tadpole

YELL So LOUD
…..about his borning?

. . . . .

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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Demonic Clearing Yesterday, to Do with World War II . by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 21 September 2018

  • YESTERDAY AFTERNOON: BINDING DOWN OF THE DEMONIC LIEN-HOLDER OF JAKARTA
  • AUTUMN EQUINOCTIAL TRANSFORMATION OF WORLD WAR II KARMA
  • WELL-WISHER JOURNEYS TO THE HELLWORLDS AND BACK
  • AFFIRMATION TO FREE THE SOULS OF THE DAMNED
  • RAMA AND HANUMAN FIGHTING THE DEMON RAVANA
  • GLUSKAP, HERO OF THE ALGONQUIN, VANQUISHER OF SORCERERS AND OF THOSE WHO FOLLOWED DEMONS
  • INCARNATIONAL MEMORIES BY ALICE: A VISION … LOOKING THROUGH THE EYES OF A RED-TAILED HAWK
  • INCARNATIONAL MEMORIES BY ALICE: CUYAMACA OMEN. A poem by Alice B. Clagett

Image: Miniature from the Hours of Catherine of Cleves, Morgan Library & Museum, , MS M.945, f. 107r, by Master of Catherine of Cleves, circa 1440, from Wikimedia Commons, public domain

Image: Miniature from the Hours of Catherine of Cleves, Morgan Library & Museum, , MS M.945, f. 107r, by Master of Catherine of Cleves, circa 1440, from Wikimedia Commons, public domain

Dear Ones,

YESTERDAY AFTERNOON: BINDING DOWN OF THE DEMONIC LIEN-HOLDER OF JAKARTA

Quite a large demon, the lien-holder of the Jakarta City Dome, was bound down yesterday afternoon, through God’s grace. Those who chose to befriend it were likewise bound down. Only God can break those bonds; no other power shall loose them.

Image: Binding Down of a Demon … http://www.prayprayer.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/174305.jpg … DESCRIPTION: Top right, an angel dressed in white, with white wings and a sword, is descending from the sky towards a large golden demon with fangs, horns, and claws that is snarling at the angel. The demon is bottom left. Bottom right, there is a symbol with seven skull-type figures in a circle, with fire in the middle of the circle.

Though, through this spell, some people were bound down, along with the demons, this was less a spell of binding, than a spell of warding. People who befriend demons, do so in order to attack other people. Thus, binding them down prevents them from attacking other people, in the astral realm.

A spell such as this must be cast with a pure heart, a heart devoid of anger and other dark emotions. Otherwise, for sure, they will be the end of the person who attempts the spell. Who knows, maybe something along the lines of what happened to those wicked folks who opened up the Ark of the Covenant in the movie “Raiders of the Lost Ark” …

Video: “Raiders of the Lost Ark (9/10) Movie CLIP – Face Melting Power (1981) HD,” by Movieclips, 5 May 2016 … https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YcR9k8o4I0w ..

That scene was way over my horrible-moments endurance level. I have just this to say about it: Do not watch scary movies. And never address the issue of demons and binding spells unless God wants this to happen. To be on the safe side, I suggest aligning one’s mind and heart and will with the Great Mind, the Great Heart, and the Great Will of God, and then asking Him to do the binding, if (and only if) it is His will.

AUTUMN EQUINOCTIAL TRANSFORMATION OF WORLD WAR II KARMA

I took a look at an airline route map for flights between Los Angeles and Jakarta, over the Pacific Ocean …

Image: Airline route between Los Angeles and Jakarta, over the Pacific Ocean …  https://www.fly4free.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/02/map-67.png ..

I note that the route grazes Japan.

Then I saw the airline route map for flights between Los Angeles and Jakarta, over Eurasia …

Image: Airline route between Los Angeles and Jakarta, over Eurasia … http://weekendblitz.0g2y9hcyenagyt19l.maxcdn-edge.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/honeymoonmap.jpg ..

I note that the route goes over the United Kingdom, glances past France, then goes through Germany.

I get from this that the now-bound-down lien-holder of Jakarta carried the karma of World War II. Now that the demon (some say, Fallen Angel) is bound down, we may hope for peace on Earth, and harmony amongst the countries of the world.

WELL-WISHER JOURNEYS TO THE HELLWORLDS AND BACK

Already here in Los Angeles … in fact … immediately upon God’s blessing of the binding … I felt a great weight of Darkness lifted from over my head, and I felt the freeing of those who had been acquaintances of those befriending the demon.

Last night and today, these acquaintances have been karooming up and down, visiting those bound down with the demon in the Darkness of the Hellworlds, and then back up, into the Light. From a clairaudient perspective, it is pretty weird for me to hear … Their clair voices descend to a very low register … I hear clair shrieks and groans and growls … and then they bounce back into the Light, and their clair voices return to the normal register.

Image: “San Michele Arcangelo libera le anime del purgatorio,” by Jacopo vignali (1592-1664), photographer: Giovanni Piccirillo (a cura di), La chiesa dei Santi Michele e Gaetano, Becocci Editore, Firenze 2006 … from Wikimedia Commons … public domain

Image: “San Michele Arcangelo libera le anime del purgatorio,” by Jacopo vignali (1592-1664), photographer: Giovanni Piccirillo (a cura di), La chiesa dei Santi Michele e Gaetano, Becocci Editore, Firenze 2006 … from Wikimedia Commons … public domain

It reminds me of some years prior, when I went on hunting expeditions, down into the depths of the Hellworlds, attempting to ‘save’ folks I knew. I have this to say about that: God is Great. God will take care of all that. It is up to us to take care of our own selves, to stand in God’s grace, and to follow the path of righteousness, insofar as we may, during this lifetime.

AFFIRMATION TO FREE THE SOULS OF THE DAMNED

For those who know their loved ones are in the Hellworlds, and who cannot loose themselves from this concern … though they know it binds their very Souls to that Dark Realm … I suggest saying this affirmation for those they love …

You are free! Go where you will!

RAMA AND HANUMAN FIGHTING THE DEMON RAVANA

The song “Hanuman Chalisa” is a favorite of mine, and so I have learned the story of Hanuman, the monkey god who, despite daunting odds, rescued a human queen from a demon, on behalf of the king he served. Thus the events of the last 24 hours reminded me of this painting of Rama and Hanuman fighting the demon Ravana …

Image: “Rama and Hanuman Fighting Ravana, an album painting on paper,” c1820. Tanjore or Trichinopoly, Tamil Nadu, India, Around AD 1820 … from https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Rama_and_Hanuman_fighting_Ravana,_an_album_painting_on_paper,_c1820.jpg … public domain

Image: “Rama and Hanuman Fighting Ravana, an album painting on paper,” c1820. Tanjore or Trichinopoly, Tamil Nadu, India, Around AD 1820 … from https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Rama_and_Hanuman_fighting_Ravana,_an_album_painting_on_paper,_c1820.jpg … public domain

GLUSKAP, HERO OF THE ALGONQUIN, VANQUISHER OF SORCERERS AND OF THOSE WHO FOLLOWED DEMONS

Then, quite by accident, I came across an image of Gluskap, Hero of the Algonquin,  who defeated sorcerers, defeated those who followed demons, and granted many wishes to his people. His totem was the red-tailed hawk …

Image: “Gluskap: Mythical Hero Who Defeated Evil Sorcerers And Demon Followers …  http://www.ancientpages.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/05/Gluskaphero2.jpg ..

In the Spirit Realm, the events of the last night and day seem to me to echo the Algonquin stories about their folk hero Gluskap, just as the story of Hanuman did.

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INCARNATIONAL MEMORIES BY ALICE: A VISION … LOOKING THROUGH THE EYES OF A RED-TAILED HAWK

The image of 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 …

Link: “Two Native American Visions,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 27 June 2014; revised on 26 December 2017 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-892 .. ccc

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INCARNATIONAL MEMORIES BY ALICE: CUYAMACA OMEN
A poem by Alice B. Clagett

1 May 2017

 

Once I ran
a leaf-strewn path
beside a sometime mountain stream
my family
ground its meal by

Young then, but lithe,
I was
the Silent Runner

It was the black bear
took my life
Still wondering —
What will this brave boy
become?

. . . . .

Later I walked
Those mountain paths
Saw him fly by,
heading downstream

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.

. . . . .

Yesterday
the air was full
of omens

What should I do?
I asked
my Cuyamaca dad

You are, he said,
My cherished one —
Go quick!
May these thy feet
touch not one leaf!

And so I fled
back to the quiet places —

. . . . .

Dad, dad!
Once more I am
the silent runner!

. . . . .

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

The two portions of this blog in blue font were excerpted to … Link: “Tiny Anthologies: Incarnational Memories,” by Alice B. Clagett, compiled from prior blogs on 10 February 2019; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-bCE ..

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Life of the Tough . a Poemlet by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 28 July 2018; published on 28 August 2018
Added poem to: Tiny Anthologies: Wild West Poems

Link: “Life of the Tough,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 28 July 2018; published on 28 August 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-a4L ..

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Tough Stuff, a Poem by Alice B. Clagett
    • Photos by Alice

Dear Ones,

A very short video, and Summary afterwards … The percussive musical piece at the end of the video is “Lace (Preview)” by Nctrnm, CC BY 4.0

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Tough Stuff
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
28 July 2018

The life of the tough
is rough

Gadzooks
forsooth …
the noose!

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[Music: “Lace (Preview)” by Nctrnm, CC BY 4.0]

Photos by Alice

Image: “Charmlee Wilderness Park 16,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Charmlee Wilderness Park 16,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Charmlee Wilderness Park 17,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Charmlee Wilderness Park 17,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Charmlee Wilderness Park 18,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Charmlee Wilderness Park 18,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Charmlee Wilderness Park 19,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Charmlee Wilderness Park 16,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 July 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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School . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written and published on 1 July 2018

  • SCHOOL, a Poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words

Dear Ones,

Here is a new poem by me …

SCHOOL
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
2 July 2018

 

What bookish notion schools a bairn
rapt, like a crayfish by a languid bourne?

What did that crawdad ever learn,
that it knew not on finding form?

How, in fact, shall I take in
all the beings that I am?

How frisk the veil of by and by
where tens on tens of folks be I ?

— one just borning and the next full grown
— one soft cocooning, in carnation’s womb
— 
one swift careening through an astral gloom
turning, hand outstretched, to angelic lumen

Now regal male decked rough, reared up full wild
Now just past childhood mother cradling her own child

Guerrero here, there carpenter or nun
Pagan, Christian, wondering One
Trying, falling, free, then bound
yearning, spurning, missing, found!

How may we reckon age or race or wealth?
How learn the weight of wisdom of our Self?

How find a mooring in this place, that time
when placeless timeless Hearts toward God incline?

He is the flower of the Soul
His the enthralling, star-spanned role
His is the basket that all lives enspline
He is the teacher, He the rhyme

. . . . .

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

The portion of this blog in blue was excerpted to … Link: “Tiny Anthologies: Incarnational Memories,” by Alice B. Clagett, compiled from prior blogs on 10 February 2019; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-bCE ..

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Ode to a Scarlet Varlet . a story by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 24 February 2018; published on 25 April 2018
Added poem to: Tiny Anthologies: Wild West Poems

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Ode to a Scarlet Varlet, A story by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words

Dear Ones,

Here is a story about a crime spree individual. There is a video, then a Summary with text and audio. This account is entirely fictional …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Ode to a Scarlet Varlet
A story by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
24 February 2018

 

You know, some people say that, when a criminal pays,
by going to jail, and then gets out again,
that they’ve paid their debt to society,
and so they deserve a second chance, right?

And so, but …
There are certain criminals that don’t want a second chance!
So I’ve composed this ode in honor of those sorts of criminals.
And it goes like this:

I have paid my debt to society
and I pay it again each week
Die, Sucker, Die!

And a makeover artist says:
If they shine their shoes, and buff up their lats
Nobody will know about their past!

And those guys say:
Die, Haberdasher, Die!

And the ladies say:
Whoo-eee! It’s a lot of fun
Fooling around with the reformed ones!

And those guys say:
Die, Pollyanna, die!

And humanitarians say:
Oh, these guys had such rough childhoods
Maybe we can help them with their livelihood

And those guys say:
Die, Goody Two-Shoes, die!

So, every Friday or Saturday night
They give the citizens quite a fright …

You will pay for the miserable way
You’ve treated us! It’s Judgement Day|
Die, Citizen, Die!

Well, I have to say,
I’m just put out by the situation
I’m daunted …
I’m just not wantin’
this reptilian lingo
to linger
any longer

You already know that story!
But what I hear, on a Friday night, Is
Die, Citizen, Die!

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In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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The Outlaw . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 22 February 2018; published on 22 April 2018
Added poem to: Tiny Anthologies: Wild West Poems

  • THE OUTLAW, A Poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem I wrote early this year. You have to speak it out loud to grok it properly, I feel …

THE OUTLAW
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
22 February 2018

 

My gut,
he would tout,
Is loaded
wit’ lead

That I can’t
be without

Why not?
They’d blurt out

And then
he would shout:

I’d rather be blud-
geoned than
take out that slug
and then wince
to the pinch
of a lynch mob’s
cinch

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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God’s Garden . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 26 March 2018

  • GOD’s GARDEN, a Poem by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

A poem for you …

GOD’s GARDEN
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
17 March 2018

I remember those times
when I lived at the edge
of the canyon

And saw
the wild dogs

coursing
like dun-colored
streams

through the depths
of the canyon
floors

of an evening

I remember
step
by careful
step

threading my way
down the steep
slopes

There I saw
in the fading

green
of mild
spring days

cucumbers
tomatoes
watermelons

strike up
from straggly
vines

strewn forth
by garden seeds
washed

down … down …
into the
canyon

I remember
thinking
God’s garden is here!

None but God
to sow these seeds

None but God
to reap these fruits

Who
draws
the pattern
of the days?

Who conducts
the symphony
of winter rains
and summer
thirst?

Who guides
the padded feet

that strike their will
both deep and sure

into

the unsuspecting
heart
of this lost

city?

. . . . .

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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The Voice of a Child . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 3 March 2018; revised on 2 December 2018
Added poem to: Tiny Anthologies: Wild West Poems

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem I wrote earlier this month …

Although this account is entirely fictional, the inspiration for it was the murder of the child Dylan Redwine in Bayfield, Colorado, after he went missing on 18 November 2012.

As I recall, posters were put up around town regarding a 19-year-old Ute child, possibly from the nearby town of Ignacio, Colorado, who went missing a month later, but I cannot find anything on that child online; perhaps he went back home.

I also recall a couple of instances of foreign exchange students at Fort Lewis College in Durango, Colorado, being posted as missing while out running in the mountains … if memory serves? Was it in the summertime, between 2013 and 2015? As well, I could not find information on them online; perhaps they came safely back to school.

Electronic Found Art: “Gaia’s Grace 1, Escondido Canyon Trail, Malibu, California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 31 January 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

Electronic Found Art: “Gaia’s Grace 1, Escondido Canyon Trail, Malibu, California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 31 January 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

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THE VOICE OF A CHILD
A poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
3 March 2018

 

This account is entirely fictional.

Not long ago, in a country town
chilled to the bone, a troubled child
waited almost an hour for the bus to arrive

A woman, seeming mighty grand
pulled up in an old sedan
Leaned across the passenger seat
opened the door and said, hop in!

For almost a month on the astral plane
Night after night I heard his screams

God, oh God! God, oh God!
When will my father come find me?

Mr MD, What have you done
clipping the eyelids from that man’s son?
Did you think that would awaken him?

The heresy of physical form
makes a man think that a woman is born
when the jewels of his youth are shorn
and then, his mother’s fine clothes are worn

What shows up is an angry man
trapped in a form that he can’t stand
What will he do for a sexual thrill
but find a child at a bus stop to kill?

For over a month on the astral plane
I heard his screams, I felt his pain
And then one day, a man stepped in
and severed the child from his agony

Then for a month or more I heard
a sweet small voice from the wild clair world

I love you, I love you, Mr MD
for ending that nightmare pain in me
I love you, I love you, Mr MD …
Thank you for liberating me

Oh God, if there be a God, please spare
this child, please find him there
Bless him and bring him home again
to the Father who hears when he calls for help

Bless his parents. Heal that place
and by the way, as to Dorian Gray
ask the MD to read it please

Form’s good, but it’s not the only thing
It’s feelings that make our hearts sing

In my heart I still hear
month in, month out,
the voice of a child
and how he called out

See the face of a woman
who was not all there
and the glint of a knife
as it arced through the air

I remember how great
was the grief of that town
and how we kept hoping
the child would be found

. . . . .

Electronic Found Art: “Gaia’s Grace 2, Escondido Canyon Trail, Malibu, California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 31 January 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

Electronic Found Art: “Gaia’s Grace 2, Escondido Canyon Trail, Malibu, California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 31 January 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

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

See also … Link: “Compendium: Child Torture,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 22 February 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-gz4 ..

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The Het Up Vet . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 20 February 2018; revised on 14 October 2018
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  • THE HET UP VET, A Poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words

Dear Ones,

A sagacious, but nevertheless entirely fictional, new poem for you …

THE HET UP VET
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
20 February 2018

 

There once was a vet
Who began to feel that
He had too many cows on his docket

I have it! He stated
Since cash flow’s abated
I’ll try out a new line of profit

And so he ablated
That work he hated.
In favor of work that . . . The hospit-

-al blues …
Mercy me! Made the news

That vet had a profit
That couldn’t be crop-ped

Stop it! … Awe but!
Them that knows it, just drops it!

The dickens, you say!
I could bellow all day
‘Bout the vet who transformed his meal ticket

Yup. The hospit-
-al blues were front page news
For the vet with moolah to deposit

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In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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Is There a Hotel Hilton in Hell? Ok, Then, How About a Ski Lift in Purgatory? . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 11 February 2019; published on 19 February 2019
Added poem to: Tiny Anthologies: Wild West Poems

Dear Ones,

This poem is about the Afterlife …

. . . . .

IS THERE A HOTEL HILTON IN HELL?
OK, THEN, HOW ABOUT A SKI LIFT IN PURGATORY?
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
11 February 2018

When we get to the afterlife
There is no social din or strife

No ritz, no hoi polloi-ing there
No pas de trois, no gamesterware

The agent of that shift’s quite clair …
The Mind of God is in the air

God will sit there on His Throne
And every pecadillo’s known

No boodle tendered to His cause
Can make the Hand of Wisdom pause

We can’t hop on that ‘so long’ bus
or ride the rails to dodge the fuss

God speaks our truth,
And then, forsooth,

It’s we that must the piper pay
When we face God on Judgment Day

. . . . .

Image: “Heaven, Purgatory, and Hell,” by Alice B. Clagett, collated and published on 24 April 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: Aerial photo of a city. On the left is a green freeway sign, as if suspended from an airplane. On the sign, an arrow pointing up is next to the word ‘Heaven’; and arrow pointing towards the city is next to the word ‘Purgatory’; and an arrow pointing down is next to the word ‘Hell’ … CREDITS: Includes a portion of an aerial photo of Eltham Victoria Australia, by Graeme Bartlett – own work, CC BY-SA 3.0

Image: “Heaven, Purgatory, and Hell,” by Alice B. Clagett, collated and published on 24 April 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com

DESCRIPTION: Aerial photo of a city. On the left is a green freeway sign, as if suspended from an airplane. On the sign, an arrow pointing up is next to the word ‘Heaven’; and arrow pointing towards the city is next to the word ‘Purgatory’; and an arrow pointing down is next to the word ‘Hell’ …

CREDITS: Includes a portion of an aerial photo of Eltham Victoria Australia, by Graeme Bartlett – own work, CC BY-SA 3.0

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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The Clink of a Reptile’s Toes . a fanciful poem by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 11 February 2018
Added poem to: Tiny Anthologies: Wild West Poems

Dear Ones,

This poem is fictional in all regards, including, but not limited to characters, events and figures of speech. The place name is also fictional, and the names of people are added for poetic effect, not having to do with anything about their fictional lives …

THE CLINK OF A REPTILE’S TOES
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
11 February 2018

Soundtrack:  

 

There was a fellow in Desperadoville
Who loved to kill for a sexual thrill

A wise guy stopped by who said, “My gosh …
You make your kills with swashbuckling panache!

“I have one request … ‘Cause
These kills make such messes …
Once monthly, finesse this  …

“Then say goodbye
To the townspeople’s sighs,
To their nightmares and cries …
Go and give it a try!”

So he tried this advice,
And at first it seemed nice

But the beat of his heart
Did a Humphrey Bogart
When he practiced that art

And, quick as Jack Robinson,
He ditched that lesson

Day after day, began
Once more rampagin’

One night, drinking liquor,
This hard hitter figured:
“The trouble’s your ticker!

“It’s too fast a racer
I’ll put a pacemaker
Inside it. Then killin’
Won’t be so thrillin’

“Cause when I think ‘hatchets’
My heart just won’t ratchet
Up, due to this gadget.”

So he found a doctor
To make up an order
To purchase the gizmo
To KO his MO

A life of crime
Don’t stop on a dime
It worked for a time

Then the day arrived
When he contrived

A vast panorama …
A homicide drama …

That went off as expected
For he fled, undetected
And savored the deed with espresso

This is far from the norm
He surmised, all forlorn …
My heart didn’t vet the crescendo

He moped for a while
Though it wasn’t his style …

“I’ll have to make hay
In a cold-blooded way,”
He declared: “Easy come, easy go!”

–a fanciful poem by Alice B. Clagett
11 February 2018

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

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Stonegate II . an image poem by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 16 April 2017; published on 29 January 2018

Dear Ones,

In the below poem, the images are important to the presentation of the poem, rather than being simply decorative.  I term it an ‘Image Poem’ as it takes its inspiration from images … in this case, photographs of a Santa Paula, California scene that lay before me after an odd experience that befell me that same day in Ojai, California.

This variant on the traditional Image Poem is a little like the old-fashioned children’s picture-book with rhyme (although in this case the poem describes a mystic vision of Creation and of the immortal Soul) …

STONEGATE II
An Image Poem by Alice B. Clagett
16 April 2017

Image: Stonegate sign, Santa Paula, California, by Alice B. Clagett, 16 April 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: Stonegate sign, Santa Paula, California, by Alice B. Clagett, 16 April 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0

Before time was, I am.
Before all that is
was but a whisper in the wind,
I was the wind.

Before those stones
rose up there
that made that mountain high and wide …

Image: Clouds and Mountains, Santa Paula, California, by Alice B. Clagett, 16 April 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: Clouds and Mountains, Santa Paula, California, by Alice B. Clagett, 16 April 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0

I was the water
coursing
in dark streams
beneath the Earth …

Image: Fallen Oranges, Santa Paula, California, by Alice B. Clagett, 16 April 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: Fallen Oranges, Santa Paula, California, by Alice B. Clagett, 16 April 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0

In dark ways
where Light was not
I brought the Light.
I brought the days.

And now,
In this haze of Dark and Light
I bring the Light again
to humankind
That we may know
the Spirit on the water,
the wind behind Creation.

And that we may bring
that glory back to Earth
that once was hers

Image: Stop sign, Santa Paula, California, by Alice B. Clagett, 16 April 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: Stop sign, Santa Paula, California, by Alice B. Clagett, 16 April 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0

Stonegate

This is the gate between the worlds.
This is the newest knowing …
An adventure, even for God!

Something new …
something undreamed of.

From this day forth
there shall be a door …
A door in the stone wall
that was once
that which prevented us from knowing.

Image: Sylph of the Air, Santa Paula, California, by Alice B. Clagett, 16 April 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: Sylph of the Air, Santa Paula, California, by Alice B. Clagett, 16 April 2017, CC BY-SA 4.0

Stonegate

Even the sylphs of the air rejoice today.

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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My Designer . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 9 October 2017

Dear Ones,

Here is a mystical poem I wrote some years ago …

MY DESIGNER

The light of a thousand thousand suns cannot describe
that home from which I come
and to which I go,

from which this worldly house is but
one night’s lodging.

He who designed that home fashioned as well
the call of the sparrow,
the keen of the hawk,
the wind on which they ride

dewdrops, raindrops, rivers and seas

joy in the morning,
that sweet pain at the setting of the sun

rocks, and those which dwell therein,
amethysts, rubies, emeralds and pearls

all the green and growing things,
blood, bones, and the sparkling stream of thought
that moves them

And the very Designer who made all these
has made me so very rich, indeed

That all there was, and all there is,
and all there ever shall be

Abides right here, beneath my palm
in the very heart of hearts
of me.

–a gift from Alice B. Clagett, from the 1980s

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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The Rage the Body Feels . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 7 November 2014; published on 23 September 2015

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    • The Rage the Body Feels, a Poem by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem about societal expectations and cellular joy. There is a Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Hello Dear Ones, It’s Alice. I have a poem for you about societal expectations and cellular joy that I wrote last year … 2014 … It is called “The Rage the Body Feels”

The Rage the Body Feels
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
7 November 2014

All day long
the mind of the world
buggy-whips
the wild stallions
of the emotions
of humanity…

Apparently
in hopes that they will
morph into
carriage mares.

You’re too fat!
you’re too thin!
you’re too old!
you’re too young!

You’re too cranky!
you’re too lusty!
you’re too shy!
you’re too holy!

You don’t suit
the true me
in the nariest,
not in the least…

And so…

wheeling and kicking
my human feelings learn
that they can be
much
much
meaner

Each little tiff
surlies down
into my body cells …
fit to rape and maim
fit to kill

Fit to be untied
fit to be free
fit to be loved
as they love me

Purely, simply, right on,
in my face, deep down, bone deep
is the love of my cells
my deeply feeling body cells
for me.

….

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

Image: Bucking horse … http://assets.horsenation.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/10/thowra_uk-640×426.jpg .. 

Image: “Wild Rose Hips,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Wild Rose Hips,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Yellow Flowers,” by Alice B. Clagett, 8 March 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Yellow Flowers,” by Alice B. Clagett, 8 March 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

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The Hateful Heart . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 24 November 2016; published on 30 November 2016
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Dear Ones,

Here is a short rhyme about the hateful heart. 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.

Here is a short rhyme about the hateful heart …

The Hateful Heart
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
24 November 2016

 

The hateful heart needs no consoling
As it’s always patrolling …
Looking for someone to love it,
Though it has no love to give. It
Prowls Earth like velociraptor,
Looking for love ‘ever after’.
When it finds it, it will eat it!
Then, looking for another sweet, it
Moans and groans,
Until it owns:
There is no love,
Unless you feed it!

….

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

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Link: “Hateful,” a song by Alice B. Clagett, published on 2 February 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-8hP ..

Link: “Hateful Heart and Loving Heart,” drawings by Alice B. Clagett, drawn on 25 April 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-csb ..

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On the Drowning of a Child . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 20 July 2016; published on 29 July 2016

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drowning

Image: “Diptych: Footsteps in the Sand,” by Alice B. Clagett, 20 July 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0 … DESCRIPTION: On the left, footsteps in sand on a beach. On the right, white-flecked surf has erased the footsteps.

Image: “Diptych: Footsteps in the Sand,” by Alice B. Clagett, 20 July 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0 … DESCRIPTION: On the left, footsteps in sand on a beach. On the right, white-flecked surf has erased the footsteps.

Dear Ones,

This video is about the drowning of a child in the Pacific Ocean a while ago, about death, reincarnation, and God’s plan. There is an edited Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

I hope you can hear me over the din of the tide here … the great Pacific Ocean. I have a short story for you. It happened today …

. . . . .

On the Drowning of a Child
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
20 July 2016

A little girl died at the beach today. 
It was surf camp.
The tide came in
and the children went out
and she got caught
in the undertow.

The paramedics and the ambulances
and the helicopters came.
They found the body.

The tide came in
and the tide went out.
This is what life is all about.

When things like this happen
folks tend to say:

It was the fault of the surfing school.
It was the fault of the mother and father.
It was the fault of the sand and the ocean.
It was the fault of something!

But the truth of the matter is
When the call comes
the call comes
and there’s always something wonderful
waiting in the wings

Here on earth
sitting on the sand on the beach
waiting for the tide to come in
and the tide to go out

We don’t know
what the great Plan is
But the tide that goes out
will come back in.

Blessings!
Blessings of love and Light to this child’s Soul,
and to her family, and to those who ran the surf school,
and to those who came to help, and did their best.

. . . . .

[Then there is a short videoclip of a raven walking along the beach, and flying off]

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

See also … Link: “On the New Children Coming in to Earth,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 21 July 2019; published on 29 July 2016 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-5WO ..
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Hiroshima . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 17 July 2016

Image: “Wrecked Blue Car in Desert,” by Alice B. Clagett, ca 2010, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..   

Image: “Wrecked Blue Car in Desert,” by Alice B. Clagett, ca 2010, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

HIROSHIMA
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
17 July 2016

This poem is entirely fictional.

There’s a man I’ve known
for over 30 years

His wife died recently
and he’s a great healer

so I went for a healing session

He ended quickly,
and shooed me away
because of the many
strands of darkness
wafting round
nearby

He loved me all these years
… of course, not like his wife …
but like the great yogi that I was
and because of the greatness of
his yearning
to know God

Push came to shove
and he surveyed the scene

Said, I want a woman with more up here!
and he found one

. . . .

Shi
is a Japanese word
oft avoided as
the sound shi
has two meanings …

し  four  . . . .  死  death

On those islands
people say yon instead
like the Hindu word yoni
woman part
not shi

. . . .

I heard of a couple:
She’s Caucasian, he’s Chinese-Japanese

He’s a Hiroshima survivor

It was morning.
Mr Sun was begging him
to open up his sleepy little eyes
but he wouldn’t

He was four years old
four miles from ground zero

His mom was napping too
although he didn’t know it
her clothing all awry in the hot, wet
August air

He pulled the covers up
over his head
Goodbye, Sun!

After the flash
his mother came to pick him up
touching his flailing heart
to her own

She lived four more days

For a time
that seemed endless
no one came to rescue him

After a while
he began to eat
little parts of her

Why? someone said
why did you do that?

Because, he said,
I was hungry

When he was found
covered with ash
pale with the sort of terror
few feel
they tried to wash him

The water
he says
felt like fire

Since then
every time he bathes
he remembers the bomb
and the loss of her
and how he had to eat her

He came to the States because
he supposed
no one would bomb him there

He married a woman
too good for him, he felt
and her family felt that too

No one likes mongrels,
he says,
in the place that he came from

This woman of his
is just about perfect
except down there, so

When his neighbor’s wife
goes for her afternoon swim
He places a camera
on the wall
that divides
their properties

And records her derrière

Then he takes it
off the wall, and goes inside
and blows the picture up
and tapes it on his wife right there

and they make love.

. . . . .

Here on Earth
men are settled
with the parts business

for lack of the jingle
to captcha

that awesome auto
sold downtown

. . . . .

Yet
we women are, altogether
otherly

We are those
who tempt their Souls
to show up here
in the first place, yes?

gizmo by gizmo
preassembled

all the necessary
parts included

and

we bear them
to their Souls as well

clutching their wailing hearts
to our own

in the rose evenings
of this stone city

. . . . .

Image: “Desert Rain,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1990s, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: Man in yellow poncho, and with blue backpack, walking away from the camera, on a sand dune. 

Image: “Desert Rain,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1990s, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … DESCRIPTION: Man in yellow poncho, and with blue backpack, walking away from the camera, on a sand dune. 

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

NOTE: Here are images representing the Japanese characters in the poem, in case they cannot be read in your browser …

Image: 四 Shi

Image: し four . . . . 死 death

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I Am That Am. a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 28 March 2016; published on 6 April 2016

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • I Am That Am. A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
      • Soundtrack and Words

Dear Ones,

Here is a new poem for you. There is a lightly edited Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

I am here at Four Corners … I do not know which of the four states I am sitting in right now. I had a very short poem for you that I wrote the other day. It goes like this …

I Am That Am
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
6 April 2016

 

I Am That Am,
I Am All that is,
I Am that Eternal Bliss …

I find the best time to do this prayer is just before getting up in the morning, and to just concentrate Awareness on the heart while feeling or stating or imagining this prayer over and over again.

Image: “Four Corners, United States 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 March 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Four Corners, United States 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 March 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Four Corners, United States 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 March 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Four Corners, United States 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 March 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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Blessings of the Noontime Sun . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 10 March 2016

Le-Brun-Chute-Dijon

Image: “La Chute des Anges Tebelles” (“The Fall of the Rebel Angels”), Charles Le Brun, after 1680, oil on canvas, Musée des Beaux-Arts de Dijon, France, from Wikimedia Commons … public domain.

Image: “La Chute des Anges Tebelles” (“The Fall of the Rebel Angels”), Charles Le Brun, after 1680, oil on canvas, Musée des Beaux-Arts de Dijon, France, from Wikimedia Commons … public domain.

BLESSINGS OF THE NOONTIME SUN
a vision by Alice B. Clagett, 10 March 2016

Blessings of the noontime sun
To the tribes of earthbound ones.

Bless, thou legions of the light,
Bless the armies of the night.

Blessings of love,
Blessings of light,
Blessings of joy to the earthbound ones.

Greetings of hearts open wide
To those whose great delight is pride.

Greetings of deepest joy
To those of skillful ploy.

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Image: “Sturz der rebellischen Engel” (“Michael Fights Rebel Angels”) by Sebastiano Ricci, c. 1720, Wikimedia Commons … public domain.

Image: “Sturz der rebellischen Engel” (“Michael Fights Rebel Angels”) by Sebastiano Ricci, c. 1720, Wikimedia Commons … public domain.

Oh my dearest sons of man,
Let us greet that other band
with hope, and faith, and love of God …
Tho their feet be oddly shod.

Blessings of the noontime sun
To the tribes of earthbound ones.

Greetings to Michael of the Earth,
Remembering his noble birth,
Soon soon free to find his place
Among that Archangelic race.

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

El_sueño_de_Jacob,_por_José_de_Ribera

Image: “El sueño de Jacob” (“Jacob’s Dream”) by José de Ribera, 1639, at the Museo del Prado, Madrid … Wikimidia Commons … public domain.

Image: “El sueño de Jacob” (“Jacob’s Dream”) by José de Ribera, 1639, at the Museo del Prado, Madrid … Wikimidia Commons … public domain.

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Image: “Jacob’s Dream,” object 1 (Butlin 438), by William Blake, 1805 … Wikimedia Commons … public domain … This is a depiction of Jacob’s ladder.

Image: “Jacob’s Dream,” object 1 (Butlin 438), by William Blake, 1805 … Wikimedia Commons … public domain … This is a depiction of Jacob’s ladder.

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The Towhee: Despair, Hope and Faith . by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 30 November 2015

  • THE TOWHEE
  • DEFINING MOMENTS
  • ON FAITH
    • Henry David Thoreau
    • Edward Teller
  • ON DESPAIR AND HOPE
    • Psalm 23

Dear Ones,

THE TOWHEE
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
18 February 2012

What would it be like
to tuck my head into my wing
as the sun furled in?

I, with no glimmer of the coming dawn,
and not one care.

DEFINING MOMENTS

Link: “Leap … and Let the Miracles Begin,” by Ashana, September 2011 … https://www.soundofashana.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/Ashana_Leap_Say_Yes_Sept_2011_Evolving.pdf ..

ON FAITH

Henry David Thoreau

“How vigilant we are! determined not to live by faith if we can avoid it; all the day long on the alert, at night we unwillingly say our prayers and commit ourselves to uncertainties. So thoroughly and sincerely are we compelled to live, reverencing our life, and denying the possibility of change. This is the only way, we say; but there are as many ways as there can be drawn radii from one centre. All change is a miracle to contemplate; but it is a miracle which is taking place every instant.” –From Citation: “Walden,” by Henry David Thoreau, public domain

Edward Teller

Here is Edward Teller’s quote on faith … http://www.quotesvalley.com/images/66/when-you-get-to-the-end-of-all-the-light-you-know.jpg ..

ON DESPAIR AND HOPE

Sometimes it seems like the path to the new reality leads through the valley of despair. Sometimes ‘letting go’ takes this form — despair. What is needed to carry us through this creative act of despair? Hope. Faith. Gratitude. Forgiveness. These are the only companions we will need. As King David wrote long ago …

Psalm 23 (KJV, public domain)

23 “The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

2 “He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

3 “He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.

4 “Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

5 “Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

6 “Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.”

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

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How to Make Peace on Earth . a prose poem by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 13 October 2015

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem I wrote about making peace on Earth …

. . . . .

HOW TO MAKE PEACE ON EARTH
a prose poem by Alice B. Clagett, 13 October 2015

As is oft said,
War doesn’t make Peace.

Protecting a person who preys on one’s countrymen
Because he offers a weapon of war to protect one’s own countrymen …
What does that mean?

Is not the term ‘weapon of war’
the very opposite of God’s grace and love?

In this fractal Universe,
Peace fractalizes to Peace,
and War fractalizes to War.

And so, by our good example of Love and Peace and Light,
We can choose to create a fractal that others may replicate
In their own holograms
If they wish to do so.

Thus we may all choose and co-create
Love and Peace and Light
On our beautiful Planet Earth.

. . . . .

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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What a Beautiful Sunset! . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 26 September 2015; published on 29 September 2015

  • INTRODUCTION
    • “So Do Souls Rise,” a prose poem by Alice B. Clagett
  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • PHOTOS BY ALICE

INTRODUCTION

Dear Ones,

I saw a very beautiful sunset, and wrote this poem …

“So Do Souls Rise”
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
26 September 2015

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 19,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 19,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

So do Souls rise to greatness on passing from the physical world …

With a sense of surprise, relief from suffering, a feeling that there are new horizons to be explored.

A chance to turn and meet their angelic guides, who have been with them all through physical life, and with whom they can now once more see and speak.

A chance to purify the energy field of sadness and pain.

A chance to return to the True Self, the Soul’s Light, the grandeur and the grace of the Divine.

VIDEO BY ALICE

There are no words in the video; it is a panoramic view of a sunset in Colorado …

PHOTOS BY ALICE

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 1: Jubilant Cloud,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 1: Jubilant Cloud,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 2: Hazy Sun,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 2: Hazy Sun,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 3: Sylph,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 3: Sylph,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 4,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 4,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 5: Rock,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 5: Rock,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 6: Rock and Moss,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 6: Rock and Moss,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 7: Rock and Lichen,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 7: Rock and Lichen,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 8: Indian Paintbrush,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 8: Indian Paintbrush,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 9: Rock and Moss,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 9: Rock and Moss,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 10,: Rock and Lichen” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 10: Rock and Lichen,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 11: Boulder and Pine Trees,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 11: Boulder and Pine Trees,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 12: Mountains and Sky,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 12: Mountain and Sky,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 13: Mountains and Sky,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 13: Mountains and Sky,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 14: Oil Rig, Mountains and Sky,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 14: Oil Rig, Mountains and Sky,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 15: Mountains and Sky,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 15: Mountains and Sky,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 16: Mountains and Sky,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 16: Mountains and Sky,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 17: Mountain Sunset,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 17: Mountain Sunset,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 18: Full Moon,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 18: Full Moon,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 19: Sunset,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mountain Skies and Wildflowers 19: Sunset,” by Alice B. Clagett, 26 September 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

. . . . .

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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Opium Dreams and Sunlit Lakes . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 3 August 2015; published on 5 August 2015

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Opium Dreams and Sunlit Lakes, A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
    • Photos by Alice

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem about being wide awake. In the context of this poem, the word ‘opium’ refers to lack of Soul Awareness. There is an 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 short story …

The use of the word ‘opium’ herein
is allegorical rather than literal …

Opium Dreams and Sunlit Lakes
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
from her early works

“I know a place
Where opium oozes down a mountainside
Into a little lake,
And turns the sparkling waters
To a leaden sleep.
And then when daylight sends
The bloom of dawn to all the Earth,
That lake sleeps on, and never knows
The joy of sunlit happiness.

“I know another lake
Tucked into the mountains
Of a far off land,
Where sunlight
Ambles down the mountainsides
And dips its brilliant light
Into the tiny waves.

“And all night long,
When people are asleep,
That lake limns
The farther stars
Into their dreamtime hearts.

“So the question is:
Which lake will I pick
To sit by today?”

Photos by Alice

Image: “Lake and Sunlight 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 3 August 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Lake and Sunlight 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 3 August 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Lake and Sunlight 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 3 August 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Lake and Sunlight 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 3 August 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Lake and Sunlight 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 3 August 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Lake and Sunlight 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 3 August 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

. . . . .

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

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I Am . a quote by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 5 August 2015

Dear Ones,

I Am
the Unknown
in Me!

Image: Golden sun and sunlight … http://www.nadasessentials.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/exploding_sun_by_schnuffibossi1.jpg ..

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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The Universal Mind of God . a very short poem by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 20 June 2015; published on 26 June 2015; revised

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • The Universal Mind of God, a very short poem by Alice B. Clagett
    • Postlude
    • Photos by Alice

Dear Ones,

A very short video with a poem on it. The lovely instrumental music is “Prelude No. 5” from the album “Preludes” by Chris Zabriskie, CC BY 4.0. After the video is a Summary …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice.

I have a beautiful thought for you today …

. . . . .

The Universal Mind of God
a very short poem by Alice B. Clagett
20 June 2015

My mind is Space and Stars.
I Am the Universal Mind of God …

Postlude

[Then follow photos from nature, and the lovely instrumental music “Prelude No. 5” by Chris Zabriskie, CC BY 4.0]

Photos by Alice

Image: “Mind of God 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 20 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mind of God 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 20 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mind of God 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 20 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mind of God 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 20 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mind of God 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 20 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mind of God 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 20 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mind of God 4,” by Alice B. Clagett, 20 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mind of God 4,” by Alice B. Clagett, 20 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mind of God 5,” by Alice B. Clagett, 20 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mind of God 5,” by Alice B. Clagett, 20 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mind of God 6,” by Alice B. Clagett, 20 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mind of God 6,” by Alice B. Clagett, 20 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mind of God 7,” by Alice B. Clagett, 20 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mind of God 7,” by Alice B. Clagett, 20 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mind of God 8,” by Alice B. Clagett, 20 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mind of God 8,” by Alice B. Clagett, 20 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mind of God 9,” by Alice B. Clagett, 20 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Mind of God 9,” by Alice B. Clagett, 20 June 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

. . . . .

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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Evil . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 10 May 2015; revised

  • EVIL, a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

A poem for you …

. . . . .

EVIL
a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Like the shadow of the buckwheat flower,
laid black across that granite boulder there,
Evil only seems to be
some THING.
Truth to tell,
it is only
a little less sunlight.

. . . . .

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Image: Buckwheat Shadow on Rock, 2015, by Alice B. Clagett, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: Buckwheat Shadow on Rock, 2015, by Alice B. Clagett, CC BY-SA 4.0

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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The Human Heart . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 2 May 2015; published on 9 May 2015; revised
Location: Hawaii 

  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • THE HUMAN HEART, A poem by Alice B. Clagett
  • VIDEO BY ALICE

Dear Ones,

In this video is a poem about the human heart. As the audio quality of this video is poor, I added captions to the video, and put the Summary above the video in the blog …

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Dear Ones,

Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice.

I would like to talk a little about the energy of the human heart. I was just sitting here thinking about it. I will try to repeat what I was thinking …

THE HUMAN HEART
A poem by Alice B. Clagett
9 May 2015

The human heart,
it’s not like in the pictures …

It’s more like the wind.

It’s like when the sun rises, and the sun sets.
Or the moon rises, and the moon sets …
and sometimes waxes, and sometimes wanes.

It’s like birth …
and death and rebirth …
and death and rebirth …
and death.

It’s like that.

It moves in and out
and as it moves in and out,
as we feel it moving in and out,

it organizes
and crystallizes
the energy of all the other chakras….

The action of the mind,
which ceaselessly divides,
and labels and classifies,
and judges,
and criticizes …

like a tide of water in a bay,
it rolls over all that,
smoothes it out,
makes it just one small part
of all that we are

and as the heart’s energy
rolls outward in every direction
it smoothes out all the energy
of the vital body

leaving us with
that tide
that pull
that glad return
that joyous surge
of being

VIDEO BY ALICE

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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Societal Expectations Regarding the Feeling World . by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 11 March 2015; revised

  • EARTH IS PASSING INTO THE FEELING WORLD (THE FOURTH DIMENSION, THE ASTRAL PLANE)
  • EXPECTATIONS OF EARTH’S GREAT RELIGIONS REGARDING THE LAST JUDGMENT
    • Christianity
    • Judaism
    • Islam
    • Buddhism and Hinduism
  • WE CAN NOW EXPERIENCE THE PHYSICAL WORLD AND THE ASTRAL PLANE SIMULTANEOUSLY
  • OUR NEW CLAIR SKILLS
  • ON ACCEPTING AND INTEGRATING OUR REPRESSED EMOTIONS (OUR ‘DARK BODY’, THE ‘SHADOW OF OUR PERSONALITY’)
  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Many Women Have Moved into the Fourth Dimension
    • Many Men, Because of Cultural Expectations Regarding Expressing Their Feelings, Are Just Now Stepping into Awareness of the Fourth Dimension
    • When We First Step into the Fourth Dimension, We Encounter Our Deepest, Darkest Secrets
    • On Having Faith that Our Faults Will Be Forgiven
  • LEVIATHAN, a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

EARTH IS PASSING INTO THE FEELING WORLD (THE FOURTH DIMENSION, THE ASTRAL PLANE)

As you may know, Earth is now passing into 4D, the astral plane, sometimes called ‘the feeling world.’ Actually, it is not that we are passing into this dimension … rather that our 3D physical reality is expanding to include 4D as well.

To put it in human terms, before the 2012 Shift, sometimes termed Ascension or the Great Awakening, most humans (except for those with the ‘second sense’) experienced physical life on Earth in terms of the input of the five senses … seeing, hearing, tasting, sniffing, and touch.

EXPECTATIONS OF EARTH’S GREAT RELIGIONS REGARDING THE LAST JUDGMENT

Christianity. Now for Christianity, the expectation is that after life on Earth, our Souls experience one of two (Protestantism) or three (Catholicism) states: hell, purgatory or heaven. These are states that exist in the feeling world … 4D, the astral plane.

Judaism. For traditional Judaism, there is expectation of a judgment day, the resurrection of the dead, and the assignment of Souls to one of three categories: heaven, permanent hell, or temporary hell (1).

Islam. Muslims also hold the expectation that there is life after death, and that the Soul will eventually be judged, along with all humankind, and will then experience either heaven or hell. Until that time, deceased Souls, while in the grave, will experience a foretaste of that. (2)

Buddhism and Hinduism. For the Buddhists and the Hindus, the expectation is that, after we passed on, and before our next incarnation, our Souls spend quite an interlude on the astral plane, in school, as it were, for the education of our Souls. Could be 1,000 years of schooling. Then, on to a new incarnation, a new body, and a whole new set of lessons to learn … Earth school.

So for many folks around the world, there is an understanding that the astral plane exists, separate from the physical plane. And also, that it is a state experienced after death.

WE CAN NOW EXPERIENCE THE PHYSICAL WORLD AND THE ASTRAL PLANE SIMULTANEOUSLY

The Shift that happened in 2012 made it possible for humans to experience both 3D and 4D at the same time…. To use the ‘parlance’, the Shift allowed folks to bilocate between these two dimensions. This is a first step in developing our multidimensionality skills.

OUR NEW CLAIR SKILLS

What happens when we bilocate in this way? In addition to our five physical senses, we begin to develop the clair (astral) senses:

  • clairvoyance (astral vision),
  • clairaudience (astral hearing),
  • clairsentience (astral ‘feeling’),
  • clairscent (astral smelling),
  • clairtangency (psychometrics),
  • clairgustance (astral tasting),
  • clairempathy (feeling the emotions of others),
  • channeling (conveying information from the astral realm or a higher dimension), (3) and
  • clairhealing (fractal patterning)
  • clair electromagnetic sensitivity, and many others

So 3D-4D bilocation involves getting used to a whole new set of senses, a whole new way of perceiving reality.

ON ACCEPTING AND INTEGRATING OUR REPRESSED EMOTIONS (OUR ‘DARK BODY’, THE ‘SHADOW OF OUR PERSONALITY’)

In addition, when we bilocate we must integrate our feeling world with our mental world. This involves getting in touch with our repressed emotions. Specifically, the moment we step into 4D awareness, we will encounter the ‘shadow of our personality’ … the ‘Dark Body’ within our Body of Light. Which is to say, the things we have done that we want to forget about … our Soul wounding experiences in this lifetime and in other incarnations, and our emotions that do not meet societal expectations. Here is more on all that:

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Many Women Have Moved into the Fourth Dimension

It seems to me that what has been happening on the astral plane in the last few years in the feeling world … for the emotional bodies of humankind … is that women, in particular, are becoming increasingly sentient on the emotional plane … the fourth dimension.

Many Men, Because of Cultural Expectations Regarding Expressing Their Feelings, Are Just Now Stepping into Awareness of the Fourth Dimension

I can hear men talking in the fourth dimension, but it just seems to me that it is possible that they are existing in that dimension, like women, but not as aware of that dimension, because of societal expectations. So it has been hard for them, because many men are taught that feelings are not masculine. And that is the dimension into which we are expanding right now.

So it is very peculiar for me, hearing all men talking. I can even talk to men, on the astral plane, and they do not even know that it is happening. They are not even aware. And I can talk to women, and some women actually do know that I am talking to them.

And what I find is that, when men wake up to these emotions that they have … maybe when a woman tells them what she hears, or when they start listening and they start hearing, and integrating the fourth dimension into their realms of awareness … then they become just like the women were two years ago: They become very shocked about the whole thing.

When We First Step into the Fourth Dimension, We Encounter Our Deepest, Darkest Secrets

Because what happens is, all of the repressed emotions … all of the things that society does not expect of us … are the things that are jammed down and compressed in the fourth dimension, in the emotional world. And so, as the Light comes in, what is happening is that all of these compressions are getting the old zingo! and coming to Light.

And all of the deepest, darkest secrets of humankind are also coming to the Light. So the one thing that we did wrong in our life … that carries great social opprobrium … that thing is the thing that immediately comes up. And it makes a lot of people say: Oh my gosh! I don’t want to be in this dimension at all!

On Having Faith that Our Faults Will Be Forgiven

Yet that is what we are traveling through right now. It is really where Earth is right now. And so, we are all going to have to notice the things, and let those things go that are totally Dark and secret. We are going to have to let them go.

And we are going to have to have the faith that society will forgive us for our faults … Just as they laud the great, good things that we do for society, they will forgive us all our faults and peccadilloes. As we forgive them. As it says in the Lord’s Prayer: We’re sincerely hoping that God will forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those that trespass against us.

So that is one place we can go for sure; because God will do it! And we can do it, because God does it. And then we can have that stance; it is like that karate stance called ‘horse stance’:

Image: Young girl in ‘horse stance’ … http://visihow.com/images/a/a6/Darla-horse-stance–large-msg-114428266624-2.jpg ..

It is both feet flat on the ground, knees slightly bent, feeling down into Mother Earth. We can have that feeling that we are who we are, and it does not matter about societal expectations.

God loves us. We forgive ourselves. And all is well.

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LEVIATHAN
A poem by Alice B. Clagett
22 January 2012

O, we are all deep sea divers
and at night we ride the whale,
who churns and turns our dream-time hearts
with the strength of his mighty tale.

When morning comes, we stretch and yawn,
and walk to the window sill,
with nary a thought of those deep sea dreams
or the whale that we’re riding still.

All the sad, bad tales of our childhood woes
sink down into the deep,
and the length and breadth of our grown-up lives
are the size of the secrets we keep.

. . . . .

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

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FOOTNOTES

(1) See … Link: “The Afterlife in Judaism,” in ReligionFacts, updated 5 March 2017 … http://www.religionfacts.com/judaism/afterlife ..

(2) See … LInk: “What Do Muslims Believe Will Happen When a Person Dies?” in Reference … https://www.reference.com/world-view/muslims-believe-happen-person-dies-53dca00363219b9e ..

(3) See … Link: “The Clairs,” by Quantum Possibilities …  http://www.quantumpossibilities.biz/clairs.htm ..

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On Being One With God: The Divine Masculine . a vision by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 27 January 2015

  • THE FUTURE ROLE OF MEN
  • MEN AND SEXUALITY
  • ALICE’S VISION DURING A LONG MEDITATION: MEN AS CHILDREN OF GOD
  • MEN AND DESIRE
  • NONDUALITY
  • I AM THAT ETERNAL FLAME, A POEM BY ALICE B. CLAGETT
  • LORD KRISHNA’S MANTRA OF LIBERATION
  • FOOTNOTES

Dear Ones,

THE FUTURE ROLE OF MEN

I see it can be very hard for men in these days of the great change. In aeons past, they have been the great Protectors, the Wise Shepherds of this World.

In future, what shall their role be?

Image: “Christ in Majesty,” ceiling mural, National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception … http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3003/2740495458_26ecc8c3f0.jpg ..

MEN AND SEXUALITY

I had an interesting experience the night before last. My EMF (electromagnetic field) was huge, gigantic really. Joined to me in an etheric act of sex was a man.

Though he felt he was the only man, I sensed many men there too, each with a different woman.

Though each man felt he was the man performing this act, and each woman felt she was the woman performing this act, yet I sensed each was my own Soul, performing this act with my own physical body.

In one sense, we cause the act of sexual delight, each with another partner.

In another sense, we are the Cause, and we are the Partner.

In another sense, there is no Cause and no Partner, and yet, there is that Experience of Supreme Joy.

Image: Wall mural painting in a monastery in Kalimpong, India. Age is over a few hundred years … https://www.alamy.com/stock-photo-wall-mural-painting-in-a-monastery-in-kalimpong-india-age-is-over-43323340.html ..

ALICE’S VISION DURING A LONG MEDITATION: MEN AS CHILDREN OF GOD

Image: Baby Krishna carried over the Yamuna River by his father Vasudeva. And so Lord Krishna is fondly called Vasudevaya, ‘the son of Vasudeva’ … https://iamofthestars.files.wordpress.com/2015/01/3838d-ta-118.jpg ..

I had a vision once, in the early 2000’s. I was meditating in an Indian-style temple. It was during a long evening meditations, interspersed with some beautiful kirtan.

There was a courtyard outside. Both day and night it sparkled with blue white light, not just down near the ground, where people walked, but high up into the sky.

In my vision, Lord Krishna sat in the courtyard. His etheric essence filled the courtyard, shimmering out into the temple and the parking lot, and higher still. He held his hand out in front of him, at heart level, cupped.

In his hand sat a person playing kirtan, completely immersed in Divine love. The picture above reminds me a little of my vision.

MEN AND DESIRE

Image: “Lord Krishna Swallows the Uncontrollable Forest Fire” … http://david.deltaflow.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/08/Krishna-swallows-fire.jpg … story here … http://david.deltaflow.com/?p=2429 ..

The fire of desire may seem uncontrollable. But Divine Masculine is its master!

The Shift occurs on realizing that the object of desire lies not outside us, but within us.

Desire begins to be felt, not by our body toward another person, but by our Soul toward our Human Form.

So Desire becomes manifestation of the Divine in this physical form. Fulfilled ceaselessly, in Highest Joy, as an act of creation, in the Now. (2)

NONDUALITY

Image: “Candle Flame by Zhenia 1994” … http://www.goodfuneralguide.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/Candle_flame_by_Zhenia1994.jpg ..

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I AM THAT ETERNAL FLAME
a poem by Alice B. Clagett
27 January 2015

I am that Eternal Flame.
I am the Light and the Life.
I am the Way and the One who has found it.
I am the Dark that shapes this Light.
I am the All.
I am that within the All,
nurtured and nurturing.
Always the flame.
Ever changing.

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LORD KRISHNA’S MANTRA OF LIBERATION

Video: “Om Namoh Bhagavate Vasudevaya” a mantra of Lord Krishna, as performed by Krishna Das, posted by felizporeleccion, 12 April 2012 … https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j3qyxosBDTg .. This is a Mukti (liberation) mantra and a spiritual formula for attaining freedom.

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

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FOOTNOTES

(1) I feel it is a mistake to imagine these are two separate people.

Rather, to me it seems this is a picture of the One God, at one with His Creation.

So then, as a man identifying with Godness, how can he look down on woman, who is one with him?

Is it not true that a woman bore us?
Who then is higher? Who lower?
If we are That, is She not the Source of That?

Guru Nanak wrote a beautiful prayer about this. See “Raag Aasaa Mehala 1” by Guru Nanak, Page 473; http://www.srigurugranth.org/0473.html .., Search the term: From woman … and then read the following text.

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(2) Bill Ballard has described a new form of orgasm he began to feel as he began to concentrate his attention on his physical heart. See “The Great Awakening” by Bill Ballard, http://www.shiftfrequency.com/bill-ballard-official-release-of-my-ebook-the-great-awakening/ ..

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Leviathan: A Poem about Dreamtime . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 2 October 2014; published on 30 November 2015

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • “Leviathan,” a Poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words

Image: “Blue Whale Tail Fluke Diving Balaenoptera musculus,” by “Mike” Michael L. Baird, 29 July 2010, https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/9f/Blue_whale_tail.JPG ..

Dear Ones,

These days, what with the Incoming Light and the M-class solar flares, there is a lot of subconscious cleansing and Soul clearing going on here on Earth. Also clearing from the noosphere, and from the collective consciousness of humankind, are deep cellular memories, including memories of instinctual primate behavior (a topic well worth a thoughtful glance at this moment) …

This can lead to troubled sleep, even nightmares sometimes, as the clearing process can quite naturally increase our physical, mental and emotional stress, often without our even noticing it, and give rise to a low-level feeling of anxiety.

At least, I have found that to be so. I thought I would offer you a poem I wrote some time ago, on the topic of dreaming, and how conscious awareness of our dreams can help in the clearing process.

Here’s a poem I wrote recently about dreamtime. The soothing music at the end of the video is “Cylinder Six” from the album “Cylinders” by Chris Zabriskie, CC BY 4.0.

After the video is a Summary.

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Hello, It’s Alice. I have another poem for you, one that I wrote a few years back, called “Leviathan.” ‘Leviathan’ is a term that is rarely used these days …

[Looks to the right.] Those are the wild ducks. They are flying to wherever they fly in the fall; they are heading off.

‘Leviathan’ is a term that means a couple of things; one is ‘whale’, and the other, that I know of, is ‘sea monster’. “Leviathan” … That is the title. It goes like this …

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“Leviathan”
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
22 January 2012

 

O, we are all deep sea divers
and at night we ride the whale,
who churns and turns our dream-time hearts
with the strength of his mighty tale.

When morning comes, we stretch and yawn,
and walk to the window sill,
with nary a thought of those deep sea dreams
or the whale that we’re riding still.

All the sad, bad tales of our childhood woes
sink down into the deep, and the length and breadth
of our grown-up lives
are the size of the secrets we keep.

–22 January 2012

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

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Image: “Rainbow Rays of Sun, and Sunlight Sparkling on the Waters of a Reservoir,” by Alice B. Clagett, 3 October 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Rainbow Rays of Sun, and Sunlight Sparkling on the Waters of a Reservoir,” by Alice B. Clagett, 3 October 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

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Image: “Sunlight Sparkling on the Waters of a Reservoir, and Country House on the Shore,” by Alice B. Clagett, 3 October 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Sunlight Sparkling on the Waters of a Reservoir, and Country House on the Shore,” by Alice B. Clagett, 3 October 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0

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Freedom . by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 26 April 2013

Dear Ones,

Video: Bobby Darin sings the Simple Song of Freedom, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qW_Z3X1jTrw ..

Dear Ones,

I agree with Bobby. Let’s put struggle on the shelf. Freedom’s a much more appealing word …

ON FREEDOM
by Alice B. Clagett
26 April 2013

What gives us freedom? …
Freedom to leave the subconscious scenarios.
Freedom to let go our fixed ideas.
Freedom to feel joy.
Freedom to travel time and space.
Freedom to co-create tomorrow…

The human heart.
Not the mind, mind you.
Just the heart.

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

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Portals and River Rocks . a prose poem by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 5 February 2013

Dear Ones,

Portals and River Rocks
a prose poem by Alice B. Clagett, 5 February 2013

A portal is a way for the Divine
to experience itself as ’other.’

Like when a river is flowing along – all one.
And then it comes to a big rock,
right in the middle.

Half the river goes one way around the rock.
Half the river goes the other.

On the far side of the rock,
the two parts of the river join up again,
like long lost friends.

But the truth is, it always was,
and always will be,
one river.

The same goes for a portal,
only the design is a little more sophisticated.

A river rock only divides a river
as long as the river flows in one direction.
But a portal is self-sustaining –

the directional flow is toroidal –
or, some say, double toroidal –

In the case of man.
Powered by the Divine,
which touches the toroid right in the center.

As everyone knows,
the tiniest feather touch of the Divine
could power 100,000 universes
for as long as it takes for a universe
to run down –

which is quite some time.

. . . . .

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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By the Power of the Lord and the Lady . an affirmation by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 12 November 2012; revised on 16 May 2018

This syncretic affirmation reminiscent of a white magic spell draws the Ancient Days into the newly manifesting fifth dimension …

. . . . .

BY THE POWER OF THE LORD AND THE LADY
An Affirmation by Alice B. Clagett, 12 November 2012

By the power of the Lord and the Lady,
by the power of Light and Dark, and all the In-Between,
by the power of Earth and Sky,
and by the power of my love for all that is,
I dispel this ancient, dense energy
from the aura of my dear planet Earth.
So be it, and so it is!
Peace to all, joy to all, love to all.

. . . . .

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

PS: Take care to use this prayer for the Universal good, and not for a personal agenda. Intuition tells me the latter might boomerang in a nanosecond.

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The Awakening of Humanity: An End to War . by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 8 March 2011; revised on 16 May 2018

  • SHALL WE MAKE WAR ON WAR?
  • LAO-TZU ON AWAKENING HUMANITY
  • KRISHNA DAS: THE HEART AS THE EYES OF THE WORLD
  • FOR MORE INFORMATION

Dear Ones,

Today’s topic is An End to War …

SHALL WE MAKE WAR ON WAR?
A poem by Alice B. Clagett, 2011

Shall we make war on war?
Or shall we apply the unguent of peace?
A peaceful thought, a peaceful prayer, a peaceful life,
These simple acts,
Like pebbles dropped into a pond,
Spread peaceful ripples everywhere.

LAO-TZU ON AWAKENING HUMANITY

“If you want to awaken all of humanity,
then awaken all of yourself.
If you want to eliminate the suffering in the world,
then eliminate all that is dark and negative in yourself.
Truly, the greatest gift you have to give
is that of your own transformation.” –Lao-Tzu, public domain (1)

I find it ever so easy to forget Lao-Tzu’s excellent advice to concentrate on my own awakening. Then I segue back into the drama of me versus the world.

KRISHNA DAS: THE HEART AS THE EYES OF THE WORLD

Life is so much easier when I just place my awareness on my own heart, come what may. It reminds me of a song by Krishna Das, to the effect that the state of our own heart is our only merit in the world. There is no turning away from the truth of this. He sings about it in his beautiful song:

Video: “My Foolish Heart / Bhaja Govinda ~ Heart As Wide As The World – Krishna Das,” by Krishna Das Music, published on 27 January 2010, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EWcSTABEiRA ..

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

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FOR MORE INFORMATION

On the topic of New Earth and an end to differences, see these excerpts from the book “Why God Won’t Go Away: Brain Science and the Biology of Belief, by Andrew Newberg, Eugene D’Aquili, and Vince Rause, 2001, http://csp.org/chrestomathy/why_god.html … “Chapter 9, Why God Won’t Go Away: The Metaphor of God and the Mythology of Science,” starting from paragraph 7, “In other words…” and reading on till the end of that chapter.

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FOOTNOTE

(1) This saying is attributed to Lao-Tzu (aka Laozi), whose works are in the public domain … see https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/Author:Laozi … However, some say he is not the person who said it.

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