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 …
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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
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 … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Hellmouth.jpg … 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 … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Hellmouth.jpg … 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” …
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 …
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.
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 …
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 …
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 ..
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INCARNATIONAL MEMORIES BY ALICE: CUYAMACA OMEN A poem by Alice B. Clagett Written on 1 May 2017; published on 31 December 2018
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?
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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.
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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 —
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Dad, dad! Once more I am the silent runner!
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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 ..
“Cuyamaca Omen” is also published here … Link: “Cuyamaca Omen,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, written on 1 May 2017; published on 31 December 2018; republished on 16 December 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-l2U ..
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SCHOOL, a Poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words
Dear Ones,
Here is a new poem by me. I wrote it during a creative writing class. I remembered a crawdad burrow on the side of a little stream down by the end of our driveway in the home where I grew up. My first thought, just before I wrote the poem, was this: What is an idea compared to a crawdad burrow by a slow-moving brook? …
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
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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 ..
Written and published on 11 February 2018
Added poem to: Tiny Anthologies: Wild West Poems
“THE CLINK OF A REPTILE’S TOES,” a Poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words
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 …
Drawing: “Astral Reptilian: Lizard Man 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 27 May 2021 CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com… Drawn after a sculpture for which I have no attribution.
Drawing: “Astral Reptilian: Lizard Man 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 27 May 2021 CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com… Drawn after a sculpture for which I have no attribution.
“THE CLINK OF A REPTILE’S TOES”
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words 11 February 2018
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
Written on 1 May 2017; published on 31 December 2018; republished on 16 December 2020
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!
Image: “California Wildflower,” by Alice B. Clagett, ca. 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: “California Wildflower,” by Alice B. Clagett, ca. 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
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In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
This poem is also published here … Link: “Demonic Clearing Yesterday, to Do with World War II,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 21 September 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-ab0 ...
