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 ..
. . . . .
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 ...
Written on 22 March 2003; published on 31 December 2018; republished on 16 December 2020
Image: “California Poppies,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2003, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: “California Poppies,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2003, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
A FICKLE BREEZE
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Antelope Valley, California 22 March 2003
Blue skies,
and poppies flutter
like orange butterflies,
– restless –
upon the mountain.
Image: “California Poppies and Farm Machinery,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2003, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: “California Poppies and Farm Machinery,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2003, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Written on 18 December 2004; published on 20 December 2018; republished on 20 October 2020
JOY SPRINGS FORTH: A POEM IN THREE PARTS, by Alice B. Clagett
Image: “Big Pod Ceanothus (Ceanothus megacarpus), Sage Ranch Park, Simi Hills, California,” cropped, by Alice B. Clagett, 16 February 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: “Big Pod Ceanothus (Ceanothus megacarpus), Sage Ranch Park, Simi Hills, California,” cropped, by Alice B. Clagett, 16 February 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Dear Ones,
Here is a poem in three parts that was inspired by walks in the Santa Monica Mountains …
JOY SPRINGS FORTH:
A POEM IN THREE PARTS
by Alice B. Clagett
About the Santa Monica Mountains 18 December 2004
Springtime in the mountains, . . . . and my heart . . . . charts a fragrant course . . . . through Ceanothus seas.
The afternoon sun . . . . sings soft green dreams, . . . . and mountain slumbers.
Grey ghost . . . . of yesterday’s white fire, . . . . yucca exclaims upon the mountain . . . . “I am I!”
Written in 1981 [posted as 1 January 1981]; filmed on 2 October 2014; published on 3 October 2014; published on 21 December 2018
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
“That One,” by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words
Dear Ones,
Here is a poem on walking with God. There is an edited Summary after the video …
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice.
It is getting on towards fall, is it not? … And it is also getting on towards sunset right now. Today I thought I would read you a poem of my own. It is called “That One.” It is a poem about the mystical experience. The first part of it is an explanation. It says: This poem is about love at first sight. Here goes …
“That One”
by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words 1981
That One Who, ages past, lit these stars . . . in a dark sky
And Who, in time to come, . . . shall snuff them out again
Who moved those mountains there . . . up from the cold earth
And stirs, like blue light, across the faces . . . of the holy congregation
Who shines in sunlight on the morning grass
Whispers to cicadas on the breeze
Runs with the horses in the field
And Who, Vast as He is, and Wonderful, . . . flows, like a river, . . .. . . through this warp of time and space
That One . . . dwells in my heart, . . . speaks to my soul with every breath I breathe
Day’s light, walks by my side …
Night’s guide, enfolds me.
Image: “Arizona Mountains at Sunset,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: “Arizona Mountains at Sunset,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
. . . . .
In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars.
…………………………………………
MORE INFORMATION
Link: “Invocation of the Beloved,” channeled by Alice B. Clagett through the Hathors, filmed and published on 30 March 2021 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-m83 ..
Link: “Beloved,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, written in the 1980s; published on 31 December 2018; republished on16 December 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-l3f ..
Written in October 2001 [entered as 1 October 2001]; filmed and published on 2 October 2014; republished on 20 December 2018 and on 15 July 2020
Previously titled: Love’s a Wet Ride
Location: Pastorius Reservoir State Wildlife Area, La Plata County, Colorado, among other places
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
“Love’s a Wet Ride: Why Bother to Say ‘I Love You’?,” a Poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words
Photos by Alice
Dear Ones,
Here is a poem about love. I like this poem, except for one thing: Its creation had to do with a black magic spell of astral rape, and not with ‘the real McCoy’. It was the result of a daydream, and not to do with a real-life experience. I feel it is important, in life, to find romance on the physical plane, and not just dream about it; don’t you? For more on astral rape, please see my blog category: Psychic rape – astral rape – ADULTS ONLY
There is a Summary after the video …
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
Some years ago I wrote a rollicking love song. I thought I would read that for you today. The subtitle is “Why Bother to Say ‘I Love You’?”
“Love’s a Wet Ride: Why Bother to Say ‘I Love You’?”
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words October 2001
Love’s a wet ride on a stormy day
And no matter what, it will have its way,
And it’s “Whoa, that chick is outta sight,”
And it’s “Rock me, momma, on your lap tonight.”
Love’s a rock in this world of woe,
And it’s “Kiss me under the mistletoe!”
Love’s the one, and love’s the many,
Love’s “Don’t knock here — I ain’t got any!”
You might get lucky, but you might lose,
So why risk a run-in with Old Man Blues?
It’s not really such a riddle —
If love’s the tune, then we’re the fiddle.
Love’s the ocean and we’re the sand,
When the tide rolls in, this sand feels grand.
Love’s a wet ride on a stormy day,
And no matter what, it will have its way.
Photos by Alice The first photo below is from years ago. The rest are in the video.
Image: Beach Towel and Sea Dahlias,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2001, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: Beach Towel and Sea Dahlias,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2001, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: “Pastorius Reservoir State Wildlife Reservoir, Colorado 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2 October 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: “Pastorius Reservoir State Wildlife Reservoir, Colorado 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2 October 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: “Pastorius Reservoir State Wildlife Reservoir, Colorado 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2 October 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: “Pastorius Reservoir State Wildlife Reservoir, Colorado 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2 October 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: “Pastorius Reservoir State Wildlife Reservoir, Colorado 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2 October 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: “Pastorius Reservoir State Wildlife Reservoir, Colorado 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2 October 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
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
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.
. . . . .
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 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?
. . . . .
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 ..
“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
. . . . .
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 ..
Published on 17 March 2014; revised and republished on 19 February 2018
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
Story by Alice: My High School Latin Teacher
The World Is Too Much With Us, by William Wordsworth
DEFINITIONS
Dear Ones,
Here is a poem about escaping the humdrum of the day to day and enjoying the beauty of Nature and the wonders of our imagination. The text of the poem is in the Summary that follows the video …
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
Dear Ones,
Story by Alice: My High School Latin Teacher
When I woke up this morning, suddenly popped into my mind a poem that I learned when I was young … I remember my Latin teacher in high school. I remember her very well, because she carried a little stick, or wand, with her. She would swish it through the air, when we said something that she did not like. And she would rap it on the desk, if she really did not like it. She always made me think: Maybe she’ll hit me too! … although that was probably against the school rules. [laughs]
One of the things she did, besides teaching us Latin, was to teach us this particular poem. She felt it was so important to us, that she made us memorize it, and then recite it, every time we came to class.
These days I do not totally remember it, but I do remember how important it is. It is a poem by William Wordsworth … a very short poem … and it is about how we can get caught up in the day to day … the everyday routine of our lives … and what we want to get, and what we want to have … and what we want to do. And how these activities … like mental activities … like kind of a cage we get ourselves into … can prevent us from seeing the immense beauty of the natural world.
I am not so good I can recite it by memory, so I am going to read it off the internet. Maybe you can read it in my eyeglasses too [laughs], because it is reflected there. It has some big words in it … for those of you that are younger. So here goes …
“The World Is Too Much With Us”
by William Wordsworth
“The world is too much with us; late and soon,
“Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers;—
“Little we see in Nature that is ours;
“We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
“This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
“The winds that will be howling at all hours,
“And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
“For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
“It moves us not. Great God! I’d rather be
“A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
“So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
“Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
“Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
“Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.”
. . . . .
In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
This blog has been added here … Link: “Compendium: My Childhood and Family, and Later Years,” by Alice B. Clagett, compiled and published on 21 March 2020; republished on 29 March 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-haj ..
DEFINITIONS
boon … blessing, gift bosom … chest upgathered now … right now, the winds have quieted down suckled in a creed outworn … brought up in a Pagan religion
lea … grassy, open area Proteus … Greek mythology: god of rivers and oceans Triton … Greek mythology: messenger of the waves and also of calm seas
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: “Lizard Man,” by Alice B. Clagett, 29 September 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … Drawn after a sculpture for which I have no attribution.
Drawing: “Lizard Man,” by Alice B. Clagett, 29 September 2020, 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
Here is a reading from Shakespeare’s play “Hamlet,” the speech “To Be or Not to Be” … and comments about the Ascension process during the lead-up to Spring Equinox 2015, including …
the importance of avoiding ‘acting out’,
timeline significance of vengeance, blame, forgiveness. The end of the play “Hamlet” is a good hint about this.
Ascension process during the afterlife
grounding: fear versus appreciation and gratitude
grounding: shifting timelines and dimensions
There is an edited Summary after the video …
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice.
It is early in the morning here. The birds are singing, the sun is out, and the leaf blower is making a lot of noise down the hill. [laughs] I hope you cannot hear that part, anyway.
“Hamlet” and the Ascension Process
I have been looking here, for a few days … actually for a week or so … at a speech by Hamlet, in Shakespeare’s play “Hamlet.” It is a pretty famous speech that I learned when I was young,
First I thought: It hardly applies in the context of Ascension. Then this morning, I thought: Maybe it does! Maybe there is something to be looked at here, in the context of Ascension … what Christians call the Second Coming of Christ, or Christ consciousness … which is the process that is underway right now.
The Free Will Decision to Prepare for Multidimensional Majesty
Actually … and this is kind of hard to ‘grok’ … the process … as I understand it … has already taken place. But large masses of humanity have made the Free Will decision to continue with the third dimensional hologram for the time being, as they purify their Light Bodies, and prepare for the fullness of their multidimensional majesty.
Hamlet and the Unwanted Effect of Taking Revenge
Now, what do I mean by multidimensional? That is the question that I am going to discuss after I read to you this poem. Just for a little for those that do not know about Hamlet: The poor guy! His uncle had just murdered his father. And apparently married, or was about to marry, his mother. And this was an action that he considered, should be revenged.
The problem is, when you go around avenging yourself, sometimes the consequences are that you yourself get killed! You know? You get drawn into the action. This is something I have referred to recently … to those that are undergoing amplification of change of the electromagnetic field … as the tendency to act out.
Prime Caveat: Do Not Act Out!
And what I have always said is: Do not act out! Do not act unusual. Continue with your ordinary way of acting, or ratchet down to a vacation time. Something like that. A little break, to go for a walk in the park?
But do not act out in an unusual way that will upset society … such as killing someone, or killing yourself, or getting into a car accident, or any of the things that I would consider to be kind of serious acting out. Ok?
Spring Equinox 2015: Celestial Energies Will Be Ramping Up for the Next Few Weeks
So that is the thing we want to avoid right now, because the energies are ratcheting up. And will be, apparently, through a window of activity that includes several weeks, around the time of the Equinox in March 2015. And I could say that for me, recently, the electromagnetic field activity has been more than intense.
Setting the Stage for Hamlet’s Soliloquy
So there is that acting out thing. I kind of let the cat out of the bag a little bit, but let’s get on to “Hamlet” … He is all by himself right now, although I think there may be people hanging around, trying to evesdrop. And his potential future wife Ophelia is about to walk in and talk to him.
As you may know, if you have read the story, after his potential future wife walks in, he kind of goes ‘over the edge’, and becomes, very inappropriately, involved in an argument with her, when she is just hoping that he will be ok, and will not act out.
But so, here is his soliloquy (that means a speech to yourself; thinking things over in your mind, and saying your thoughts out loud. Here is a soliloquy that took place just before Ophelia came on the scene …
Hamlet’s Soliloquy: “To Be or Not to Be”
“To be, or not to be, that is the question—
Whether ’tis Nobler in the mind to suffer
The Slings and Arrows of outrageous Fortune,
Or to take Arms against a Sea of troubles,
And by opposing, end them? To die, to sleep—
No more; and by a sleep, to say we end
The Heart-ache, and the thousand Natural shocks
That Flesh is heir to? ‘Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep,
To sleep, perchance to Dream; Aye, there’s the rub,
For in that sleep of death, what dreams may come,
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
Must give us pause. There’s the respect
That makes Calamity of so long life:
For who would bear the Whips and Scorns of time,
The Oppressor’s wrong, the proud man’s Contumely,
The pangs of despised Love, the Law’s delay,
The insolence of Office, and the Spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his Quietus make
With a bare Bodkin? Who would these Fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered Country, from whose bourn
No Traveller returns, Puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than fly to others that we know not of.
Thus Conscience does make Cowards of us all,
And thus the Native hue of Resolution
Is sicklied o’er, with the pale cast of Thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment,
With this regard their Currents turn awry,
And lose the name of Action. Soft you now,
The fair Ophelia. Nymph, in thy Orisons
Be all my sins remembered.”
On Viewing Hamlet’s Soliloquy through the Lens of Ascension on Earth
This soliloquy is a favorite of a lot of people, and it is very, very famous. I know that everyone who has read this poem and enjoyed this poem, has their opinion about it. And here I am, about to come up with a totally contrary notion about it!
So for those of you with set opinions, and determined opinions, about what is going on here, I offer my abject apologies. You might want to stop reading right here, so as not to be worried about being aggravated by what I say … For those of you that are into the Ascension process, these comments that I have may apply.
Revenge: The Threat to One’s Own Life and Limb
We have talked a little about acting out, and Hamlet’s dilemma right then, and how, according to the code of his moral conduct, it is important to him to avenge his father’s death. And then, in the soliloquy, he goes on about how dangerous it would be to try something like that …
Here I am a Prince of Denmark, and all … I could lose everything! I could go down into who knows where … a realm of shades? And find myself in a much worse predicament, if I try avenging my father’s death, because somebody might kill me. And as I recall, that is sort of what happened; he lost his life at the end of the story.
Revenge: How it Creates a Karmic Timeline Loop, as Does Every Instance of ‘Acting Out’ Our Soul Wounding
So what he did was, he decided to act out. And in the context of Ascension, a lot of people are acting out vengeance and revenge. And I would just like to say about that, something that I found out about timelines and revenge, is that when some suitable revenge-worthy thing happens to us, then if we do not dwell on that revengeful thing, then as to timelines what happens is we temporally cycle back, in the fourth dimension, to that emotional state that we were in when we discovered that revenge-worthy thing.
How Karmic Timeline Loops Prevent Us From Experiencing the Majesty of Our Multidimensionality
So, every time we think of something that really irks us like that, and feel that we should act out, we move back on our timeline … in the fourth dimension … to the time and place where the original Soul wounding occurred. So there are no multidimensional possibilities there, because we are stuck on one timeline.
We cannot move forward on our own timeline, because we keep cycling back to the old thing.
We cannot switch to a different timeline, because our minds are completely set on the need for an ‘acting-out’ action in the current timeline. We cannot switch to a different dimension either: We are stuck in the current dimension.
Hamlet’s Mind: The Time-and-Space Trap
So our minds are trapping us … as Hamlet’s mind was trapped … in a time-and-space trap. So that is the big argument against vengeance, is that in order to be free … in order to recognize our multidimensional majesty … we have to set aside vengeance. We have to set aside blame. And instead, to forgive. We have to forgive, no matter what.
How the Act of Forgiveness on Our Part Frees Up Our Multidimensional Majesty
No matter how outrageous the thing that has been done to us, we have to forgive. And what that forgiveness does is, it frees up our own majesty. It is not a question of being nice to somebody else; it is a question of healing our own heart, and allowing ourselves to step into that majesty.
What Happens If We ‘Act Out’ and Lose Our Bodies in the Process?
So now, on to that second question here. The question that Hamlet brings up is: What if I do decide to act out, and then the consequences are that I myself … my own body is lost in the process. Who knows what horrible things might happen to me? he says. if I have lost my body. I just do not know.
Well, I am here to tell you … I would tell Hamlet if he were here today … that what will happen is that your Divine Awareness, your truth of reality … that part of you which is the spark of Divinity … will be freed from this dimension, and proceed into the fourth dimension.
Ascension Process Continues to Take Place for Souls in the Fourth Dimension
And there, in the fourth dimension, the astral plane it is all happening too. The Ascension process is happening to all the Souls in the fourth dimension, and all the Souls in the third dimension (and all the other dimensions too).
The Karmic Reboot into the Third Dimension
Very soon after your death … if you are with the vast majority of people … you will be booted back out into the third dimension, if that is your choice. Most people choose that.
The Importance to Humankind of Our Doing Our Best to Retain Physical Form
I know there is a lot of acting out these days, and there is a lot of concern about retaining physical form, and rightly so. Because by keeping ourselves anchored on Earth, keeping our boots on the Earth, keeping our feet on the ground, and feeling our hearts, and living our loves in joy and harmony with all that is, we can help Earth to fulfill her destiny. And many people do choose that.
On Setting Aside Our Fears and Placing Awareness on Our Hearts
But even if something catastrophic happens, even if we act out; even if we ‘drop form’, as they say, the potential still exists to participate in the Ascension process.
So the main thing, right now, is to set aside our fears about death and killing and so forth. and instead set our minds, our Awareness, on our hearts. To feel appreciation and gratitude every day for something.
On Turning from Fear and Learning to Shift Timelines and Dimensions
Every minute that fear comes up, we can turn from fear. And in fact, you have the tools right now, to shift timelines whenever a fearful thing comes up, or to shift dimensions. Just understand that you are not trapped in your mind.
Language of Light Tools to Attain ‘Cosmic Mind’ and Repair Our DNA
Your mind is just one tiny aspect of you … the tiniest … the one that is trapped in time and space … until you download ‘cosmic mind’ … or begin your DNA repair process. You can go to Judy Satori’s website … that is www.judysatori.com … She is terrific. But I have to warn you that her activations of Light are extremely powerful. So if you decide to undertake them, set aside some free time for yourself: A long weekend, you know?
Then, I suggest, you might want to explore these activations of Light by Judy Satori: mind power expansion … alpha centauri … and DNA repair
On Being Kind to Ourselves from Moment to Moment
Time to just relax and enjoy life. Sit in the sun. Get plenty of rest. And drink lots of water. And then it will go very smoothly for you.
So, no acting out! Do not worry if a friend of yours actually tries the “Hamlet” routine, you know? That person will be ok. That Soul will be all right.
And for the rest of you, hang in there! This is a wonderful time you have chosen to be alive. So hang in there. You are doing great. Love to everybody.
For those of you that love “Hamlet,” please excuse my lack of elocution.
Getting Out of Karmic Timeline Loops: Activations of Light to Shift Timelines and Optimize Dimensional Awareness
So here are the tools for shifting timelines and optimizing dimensional Awareness. These activations of Light will get you out of karmic ‘timeline ‘loops’. In case you have not read about it yet, there are two activations of Light for this purpose …
Activation of Light to Optimize Timelines. Here is the first one, to optimize timelines … You say:
Spirit to Team!
Optimize timelines!
For the All, through Free Will!
Activation of Light to Optimize Dimensional Awareness. And here is the second one. This is to optimize your dimensional Awareness; you say …
Spirit to Team!
Optimize dimensional awareness!
For the All, through Free Will!
So now you know!
In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
…………………………………………………………………………………..
DEFINITIONS OF WORDS IN HAMLET’S SOLILOQUY
contumely: display of contempt quietus: death as something that soothes and calms bodkin: a small pointed instrument that can be used to pierce leather, or might be used as a weapon fardel: burden bourn: a small, seasonal stream. Pun on ‘born’.
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Here is Rudyard Kipling’s famous poem “If,” and a story about my Latin teacher …
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice.
I had a poem to read for you, called “If–“, by Rudyard Kipling. And I had a quick story to tell you about it before I speak the poem …
Alice’s High School Story
When I was in high school, I was in a Latin class, and the teacher there used to make us memorize a portion of this poem. And when things got rough in class, she would take her ruler, and she would wave it in the air, and she would recite part of the poem “If–“, by Rudyard Kipling. [laughs]
She was a pretty cool lady. She taught me a lot of Latin. And right before she was going on a trip to Italy, she taught us all Italian for a couple of weeks, just to get ready. [laughs] We didn’t learn much Italian, but we learned a lot of Latin.
And with that in mind, here’s the poem:
“IF–“
by Rudyard Kipling … public domain (1)
“If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
“If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
“If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
“If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!”
Filmed on 4 October 2014; published on 11 October 2014; republished on 21 June 2017
Location: Bayfield, Colorado, on the trail that starts between 411 and 421 W. North Street, near the Bayfield Town Hall, and runs north to Route 160.
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
Dear Ones,
Here is my reading of Walt Whitman’s poem “Are You the New Person Drawn to Me?” There is a Summary after the video …
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice.
I thought I would read you just a portion of a poem by Walt Whitman. He was one of the favorite poets of my youth. He wrote on and on, so it is hard to get a short poem out of Walt Whitman. But people do divide up his poems on their own. And here is, I think probably a ‘divided out’ poem called “Are You the New Person Drawn toward Me?” …
“Are You the New Person Drawn Toward Me?”
by Walt Whitman
“Are you the new person drawn toward me?
“To begin with take warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose;
“Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal?
“Do you think it so easy to have me become your lover?
“Do you think the friendship of me would be unalloy’d satisfaction?
“Do you think I am trusty and faithful?
“Do you see no further than this facade, this smooth and tolerant manner of me?
“Do you suppose yourself advancing on real ground toward a real heroic man?
“Have you no thought O dreamer that it may be all maya, illusion?” –from “Leaves of Grass” by Walt Whitman … public domain
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“Come, said my Soul
Such verses for my Body let us write, (for we are one,)
That should I after death invisibly return,
Or, long, long hence, in other spheres,
There to some group of mates the chants resuming,
(Tallying Earth’s soil, trees, winds, tumultuous waves,)
Ever with pleas’d smiles I may keep on,
Ever and ever yet the verses owning — as, first, I here and now,
Signing for Soul and Body, set to them my name, …”
Written and published on 26 October 2013; revised
Previously titled: The Children of the Tiger … a vision by Alice B. Clagett
Dear Ones,
I had a wonderful vision last night. I will do my best to describe it …
Last night the air was full of the grace coming into the field of humanity through the ongoing coronal mass ejections. Sometimes it felt like nectar, thick like honey, deep and nourishing.
The soul of Earth, the astral plane, had for a week been roiling and clearing. My experience of reality had been shifting moment to moment, and this shifting had been accelerating all day. By nightfall, the panorama of earthly scenes and scenarios came and went in the wink of an eye, interspersed with moments of peaceful tranquility, with a footing in what I’ve in this lifetime known as ‘reality’.
I took a rest at nightfall, and when I awoke, the air was blurry. Was I going through a veil? I heard this gentle admonition: Go out in the back yard. Waste not a moment — do it now! So I did. The moment I stepped outdoors the air became more clear.
In the dark, cool night, as I stood in the back yard, I heard a motor vehicle drive up and park on the street in front of my house, and the threat energy intensified. In return, I felt the soles of my feet on the ground. I saw the distant, gentle starshine, and noticed that the coyotes, with their rustling, and their melodious, poignant songs, had gone off somewhere. All was still.
I said to myself: I will go to the front yard and stand in conscious awareness before this threat energy. The minute I thought that, I heard the engine start, and the vehicle sped away.
As I walked toward the house, I remembered a lifetime in a village in Southeast Asia. I was a strong young man. There was a threat there of a tiger on the prowl.
I walked to my back porch, to the patio door, and saw a reflection of myself. The dress and blanket I was wearing, and my reflected face, shifted to the image of that young Asian monk. Then it shifted again, to another, older monk, with the left side of his face greatly disfigured by the claws of a tiger. I watched his eyes, and saw that, for him, the wounding was countered by the steady calm of his Soul. And I remembered the story:
The tiger came to the village, and attacked the head monk. This monk asked me to go and kill the tiger. He told me how to do so with compassion, so that the peace and tranquility of this world would be upheld.
And so I did. As the tiger lay dying, I saw her two children, and I felt her desperate desire to protect and nourish them. I looked into her eyes and promised her: Set these concerns aside and pass in peace. I shall protect and cherish thy children. In an alternate world, I saw her to be a woman in human form; a woman at the same time fierce and loving, deeply steeped in Spirit.
And then the tiger passed, and I carried her two cubs back to the village, to the pallet where my teacher lay, with a healing poultice on the left side of his face. And he blessed the tiger’s children.
Time passed, and I never ceased to tell them the story of their mother’s courage, of the fierce love she had for them. They grew tall and handsome, one walking on either side of me through the forests round the village. They were like my own sons, though they had lost their mother.
Image: “La Chute des Anges Rebelles” (“The Fall of the Rebel Angels”), Charles Le Brun, after 1680, oil on canvas, Musée des Beaux-Arts de Dijon, France, from Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Le-Brun-Chute-Dijon.jpg … public domain
Image: “La Chute des Anges Rebelles” (“The Fall of the Rebel Angels”), Charles Le Brun, after 1680, oil on canvas, Musée des Beaux-Arts de Dijon, France, from Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Le-Brun-Chute-Dijon.jpg … 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.
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.
Image: Buckwheat Shadow on Rock, 2015, by Alice B. Clagett, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: Buckwheat Shadow on Rock, 2015, by Alice B. Clagett, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
. . . . .
In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
…………………..
Filmed on 2 May 2015; published on 9 May 2015; revised
Location: Lahaina, 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
…………………..
I feel that Lilith may be an archetypal image of the deep subconscious mind of humankind. Here are some interesting images and a referral to a poem about this …
Image: Adam and Eve, by Divadonosoi. in Wikimedia Commons … https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/98/Adamo_ed_eva.jpg… Eve is reaching up into a fruit tree. Grasping the trunk of the tree is a being with the head of a woman and the body of a lizard … this may be a depiction of the legendary seductress Lilith.
“Lady Lilith is an oil painting by Dante Gabriel Rossetti first painted in 1866–68 using his mistress Fanny Cornforth as the model, then altered in 1872–73 to show the face of Alexa Wilding. The subject is Lilith, who was, according to ancient Judaic myth, ‘the first wife of Adam’ and is associated with the seduction of men and the murder of children. She is shown as a ‘powerful and evil temptress’ and as ‘an iconic, Amazon-like female with long, flowing hair.’ –from Link: “Lady Lilith,” in English Wikipedia … http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lady_Lilith … CC-BY-SA 3.0
Possibly an early representation of the Lilith legend …
Image: A likely representation of either Ereshkigal or Ishtar … “Rectangular, baked clay relief panel; modeled in relief on the front depicting a nude female figure with tapering feathered wings and talons, standing with her legs together; shown full frontal, wearing a headdress consisting of four pairs of horns topped by a disc; wearing an elaborate necklace and bracelets on each wrist; holding her hands to the level of her shoulders with a rod and ring in each; figure supported by a pair of addorsed lions above a scale-pattern representing mountains or hilly ground, and flanked by a pair of standing owls. Known as the ‘Burney Relief[‘ or the ‘Queen of the Night’.” The image in this blog was photographed by BabelStone, 24 June 2010 … Wikimedia Commons … public domain
Image: A likely representation of either Ereshkigal or Ishtar … “Rectangular, baked clay relief panel; modeled in relief on the front depicting a nude female figure with tapering feathered wings and talons, standing with her legs together; shown full frontal, wearing a headdress consisting of four pairs of horns topped by a disc; wearing an elaborate necklace and bracelets on each wrist; holding her hands to the level of her shoulders with a rod and ring in each; figure supported by a pair of addorsed lions above a scale-pattern representing mountains or hilly ground, and flanked by a pair of standing owls. Known as the ‘Burney Relief[‘ or the ‘Queen of the Night’.” The image in this blog was photographed by BabelStone, 24 June 2010 … Wikimedia Commons … public domain
More information: “Burney Relief, Babylon (1800–1750 BCE). Some scholars (e.g. Emil Kraeling) incorrectly identified the figure in the relief with Lilith, based on a misreading of an outdated translation of the Epic of Gilgamesh … Modern research has identified the figure as one of the main goddesses of the Mesopotamian pantheons, most probably Ishtar or Ereshkigal.” –from Link: “Lilith,” in English Wikipedia … http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lilith … CC-BY-SA 3.0
Filmed on 8 March 2015; 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’:
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.
. . . . .
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.
Here I have read Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116, and offered a commentary. After the video is a Summary …
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice.
I thought I would read Shakespeare’s Sonnet 116 today. It is very famous. The first line is “Let me not to the marriage of true minds.” And it has to do with constancy in love, beyond appearances, and into the depths of truth in relationships. I have always liked this one very much …
“Sonnet 116,” by William Shakespeare
“Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove.
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wand’ring bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me prov’d,
I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.”
Commentary: Shakespeare, the Man and Not the Myth
What is this poem about, really? What gave rise to this poem? I have my own ideas, naturally; and I thought I would share them with you.
The first two lines say: “Let me not to the marriage of true minds / Admit impediments.” The speaker, which may be the author, or might be someone that he wrote this poem for, is not the person who is married. He is saying, he does not want to get in the way of marriage of true minds.
So this person … probably Shakespeare, who wrote the poem … has made advances to a lady, who holds her marriage in very high esteem. And this letter that he is writing … this beautiful sonnet … is his way of apologizing for what he has done.
Speaking from her point of view now, he says: “Love is not love / Which alters when it alteration finds, / Or bends with the remover to remove.” Now, so, he may have chanced upon a lady whose husband loved her once, but whose looks are not as fresh as they were when they were first married. And he is now speaking about that husband. He is saying: If her husband does not love her now, because her looks have changed, then his love is not true.
So I gather from this that this sonnet first apologizes, then attempts to ingratiate, I would say, by holding this husband of this lady who remains constant, up to some standard of improvement.
I do not know if you will ever find anybody else who agrees with this explanation, but I like it very much. Now, as to the term “… Or bends with the remover to remove.” … Could it be that this husband has removed himself from the wife, and she refuses to remove herself from that vow that she took?
And then he goes on. He says: “O no! it [this love] is an ever-fixed mark / That looks on tempests and is never shaken; …” And this is a nautical term, at least according to one of the references I have read. (1)
It could be a reference to the polestar that navigators of those times used when crossing the oceans, so as to know where they were. (1) … The polestar, for navigators in the Northern Hemisphere, never changes position.
They had an instrument, a sextant, used to determine latitude by measuring the angle between the horizon and either the polestar (that is, the North Star) or the Sun at noon. They could use that instrument to measure and judge where they were.
And that thought is carried out by the next two lines, which have a double meaning; there is a double entendre there. And these lines are: “It [love] is the star to every wand’ring bark, [a barque is a boat; the homonym bark may be a playful reference to the poet’s voice] / Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.”
So there is your polestar, and the boat (the barque) is wandering on the ocean, and the mariner takes the height (thus judging the angle) of the polestar with his instrument, but never knows what the polestar truly is. So there is your navigational reference.
But there is another meaning here: “every wandering bark” … Let’s say this is Shakespeare. He did write quite a few love poems, did he not? Maybe he had a wandering eye. Maybe he was a man about town … as much so as possible; insofar as possible. So he is the wandering bark, and he is the wandering barque, “Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.”
Well … he might have been a tall man, do you not think? OR ‘his height’ may mean ‘his lofty stature’, his fame far and wide as a great poet and playwright. And it could be that this behavior of his … this wandering eye that he had … is something that he does not think is such a good thing. Or maybe the lady does not think it is such a good thing.
And maybe these two lines are just his attempt to speak lowly of himself, to hold himself in lower esteem, so that she will think more highly of him. Maybe this poem is a second attempt.
So now, let’s say, he may be thinking he might step in there where the husband is failing. So he says: “Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks / Within his bending sickle’s compass come; …” So, maybe she doesn’t look quite as fresh. But love is not like that, not given to superficial values; so maybe he is the man to provide it?
In the next few lines, “Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, / But bears it out even to the edge of doom….” he attempts to draw her feeling about how love should be constant into his own understanding of how love might be. Now this might not be his understanding, but he is still trying to row with the lady in the same direction.
These two lines are like when two horses are running in the field, in slightly different directions, and then they turn, or ‘wheel’ together, and begin to run side by side in the same direction. That is the intention of these two verses. They are what you might call an attempt to turn the lady of his affection to the true marriage of the minds that he has in mind; of course, it is quite likely it is not minds he is thinking about!
The last two lines, “If this be error and upon me prov’d, / I never writ, nor no man ever lov’d.” also have a double meaning.
The first phrase “If this be error and upon me prov’d,…” might mean Shakespeare feels he is too cunning, too quick with his wit to be proven wrong. Or it might be a double seal on the statement that his love is definitely true.
The next few words, “I never writ,” give the reader pause, considering today’s controversy over the authorship of the sonnets.
And the last few words, “…nor no man ever lov’d.” might refer to true love or perhaps to physical desire.
In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
………………………………………………………
MORE INFORMATION
You might like to hear Patrick Stewart of Star Trek fame reciting this same poem in a much more polished manner:
Video: “Patrick Stewart reading Sonnet 116 ‘Let me not to the marriage of true minds,'” by Touch Press … http://vimeo.com/44793685 ..
Sonnet 116, Shakespeare, true love, Let me not to the marriage of true minds, Let me not to the marriage of true minds, poems, poetry, sacred sexuality, unconditional love, Shakespeare’s sonnets,
Filmed and published on 17 September 2014; images made on 14 September 2014; revised 31 August 2018
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
“She Walks in Beauty,” a poem by George Gordon, Lord Byron, read by Alice B. Clagett
PHOTOS BY ALICE THAT ARE IN THE VIDEO
PHOTOS BY ALICE THAT ARE NOT IN THE VIDEO
Dear Ones,
Here I have read a lovely poem, “She Walks in Beauty,” by the great Romantic poet George Gordon, Lord Byron. I like that it associates feminine beauty with good character.
There are also some nature photos, mostly taken around sunset, and the beautiful instrumental song “Cylinder Four” from the album “Cylinders” by Chris Zabriskie, CC BY 4.0
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
“She Walks in Beauty”
A poem by George Gordon, Lord Byron
Tead by Alice B. Clagett on 17 September 2014
“She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow’d to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
“One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair’d the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
“And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.” –public domain
In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
PHOTOS BY ALICE THAT ARE IN THE VIDEO
Image: “Colorado Scenes 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 4,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 4,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 5,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 5,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 6,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 6,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 7,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 7,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 8,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 8,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 9,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 9,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 10,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 10,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 11,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 11,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 12,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 12,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 13,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
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Image: “Colorado Scenes 14,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 14,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 15,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 15,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 16,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 16,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 17,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 17,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 18,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 18,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 19,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 19,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 20,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 20,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 21: Incoming Light,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 21: Incoming Light,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 22,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 22,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 23,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
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Image: “Colorado Scenes 24,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 24,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 25,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 25,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 26,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Scenes 26,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
PHOTOS BY ALICE NOT IN THE VIDEO
Image: “Colorado Wildflowers and Wild Fruits 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Wildflowers and Wild Fruits 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Wildflowers and Wild Fruits 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Wildflowers and Wild Fruits 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Wildflowers and Wild Fruits 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Wildflowers and Wild Fruits 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Wildflowers and Wild Fruits 4,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Wildflowers and Wild Fruits 4,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Wildflowers and Wild Fruits 5,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Colorado Wildflowers and Wild Fruits 5,” by Alice B. Clagett, 14 September 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
…………………..
Lord Byron, She Walks in Beauty, poems, poetry, Chris Zabriskie, George Gordon, photos by Alice, nature, Colorado wildflowers, Colorado wild fruits, Colorado scenes,
Bringing Up the Emotions of Gratitude, Appreciation, or Divine Love
EVERY MAJOR RELIGION HAS ITS MYSTICS
WHY IS MYSTICISM SO ALL-PERVADING?
The Mystical Mind
Mental Intelligence versus Universal Intelligence
SWARM BEHAVIOR
Could These Notions Be True?
PRAYER FOR MYSTIC INSPIRATION by Alice B. Clagett
SUGGESTED READING AND LISTENING
FOOTNOTES
MEDIA CREDITS – BACKGROUND MUSIC PLAYED DURING THE EVENT
Dear Ones,
INTRODUCTION
I just woke up thinking about a Mystical Poetry Celebration I facilitated at The Onion … http://sepulvedauu.org/ … in North Hills, Los Angeles, California, a few years ago. It somehow seemed relevant today, so here it is.
Mysticism is immediate consciousness of the transcendent or ultimate reality.
WAYS TO EXPERIENCE MYSTICISM
Slowing the Mind
Meditation
Repeating a mantra (a sacred sound or word)
Gazing at a mandala (sacred art that induces a meditative state)
Concentrating on the Body Instead of the Mind
Dance, such as: Sufi whirling and Dances of Universal Peace (1)
Walking in a maze or labyrinth
Walking in a circle
Extraordinary Sensory and Emotional Experiences
Extreme pain, such as mortification of the flesh
White tantric yoga (kundalini risen, which I feel to be a good choice for many healthy, spiritual people)
Black tantric yoga (reverse kundalini, which I strongly advise against)
Red tantric yoga (sexual union in a sacred context)
Use of such psychoactive substances … LSD, peyote, etc (Caveat: This can cause ‘bad trips’ and contact with negative astral entities.)
Neurophysiologic disturbances … profound depression, schizophrenia, or stroke
Near-death-experience
Bringing Up the Emotions of Gratitude, Appreciation, or Divine Love
Affirmations of gratitude or appreciation – giving thanks
Heartfelt prayer, spirit-filled religious services,
Devotional chanting (bhakti yoga)
Spiritual music, hymns
Reading mystical poetry
— adapted from Wikipedia, CC BY-SA 3.0 Unported
EVERY MAJOR RELIGION HAS ITS MYSTICS
These are just a few examples:
Christianity and Sufism … “God Is Love”
Kabbalah … Judaism … “… To love the LORD your God, to walk in all his ways, and to cleave unto him …” –Deuteronomy 11: 22 (KJV, public domain) … This is devekut, or communion with God
Hinduism … “Atman is Brahman” (i.e., the individual Soul is the cosmic Soul)
American Sikhism, quote by Yogi Bhajan on the oneness of a person with God: Link: “God and Me, Me and God Are One,” mantra, downloads, and CDs, at SpiritVoyage, https://www.spiritvoyage.com/mantra/god-and-me,-me-and-god,-are-one/man-000041.aspx .. This concept is sometimes termed advaita, nonduality, or ‘God indwelling’ or ‘God immanent
Zen … haiku (short poems that can bring one to experience of the present moment) and koan (riddles that baffle the mind)
— adapted from Wikipedia, CC BY-SA 3.0 Unported
WHY IS MYSTICISM SO ALL-PERVADING?
The Mystical Mind
In 1999, Eugene d’Aquili and Andrew Newberg wrote a book in which they demonstrated that God is generated by and generates the brain (2,3) …
Citation: “The Mystical Mind: Probing the Biology of Religious Experience,” by Eugene d’Aquili and Andrew Newberg, 1999
If this is true, then it follows that the mystical experience is inherent in brain chemistry.
Now, the doubter in us might propose that any experience based on brain chemistry is suspect, might he not? But on what basis might he make that assumption? On the basis of sense perceptions?
Sense perceptions are also based on brain chemistry, and so, our doubter must posit, they are also suspect. More suspect, I might suppose, than the mystical experience, since many subjective interpretations may be put upon sense perceptions, and all mystical experiences are remarkably similar.
A person determined to experience ‘things as they are’ will find sense perceptions often mislead … they severely limit the data that come to us from the universe. What about the mystical experience? Could it be an experience of reality at the quantum physics level? At the level of the most basic subatomic particles?
If, in fact, the mystical experience holds greater scientific validity than sense perceptions, then the question becomes, how to have this mystical experience, how to experience reality as it is, and not through the filter of the senses.
Mental Intelligence versus Universal Intelligence
In autumn, starlings flock and dance together at nightfall in the skies above England and Scotland. These dancing clouds of starlings are called murmurations and their complex dance patterns, performed, as it seems, of ‘one mind’ are like aerial ballet in their precision.
In the video clip below, the starlings are the tiny black specks in the sky …
Video: “Murmuration” by Sophie Windsor Clive and Liberty Smith, Facebook: Islands and Rivers … https://vimeo.com/31158841 ..
Why do they do it? How do they do it? It is not like they have been having practice sessions together. It is not like they are all that intelligent. Why do they not bump into each other in mid-air?
There is a theory that we have been looking at the starlings for intelligence, and we have been looking in the wrong place … intelligence is all around us … in the air …
… or so the theory goes. We (birds, people) are the end-receptors, so to speak, of universal intelligence. (4)
All we have to do is open ourselves to it and let it in. What if we do not? Well, then we will be stuck with the limited intelligence stored in our personal minds. We will not get to stand in the doorway to unlimited intelligence, the doorway to All That Is. The key to that door is found through the practice of mysticism.
SWARM BEHAVIOR
Scientists call what the starlings do ‘swarm behavior’. Two-dimensional computer simulations have been made showing this behavior.
The second and last video clip is just such a computer simulation. As you watch this video, imagine that you yourself exist as points of light … in quantum physical terms, as a ‘swarm’ consisting of tiny bundles of subatomic energy. Imagine that the edges of the screen represent time and space …
What would happen if there were no edges on the screen of our minds? What would happen to the points of Light that represent our awareness?
Could These Notions Be True?
God is generated by and generates the brain.
The mystical experience is more valid than sense perceptions.
Unlimited intelligence pours into our limited human form from the air, from water, and some say, from the solar winds, from the Universe. As the song goes, “Love is in the air!” All we have to do is perceive it.
And finally: We exist as points of Light. Our awareness is compressed by our concept of time and space into a four-dimensional reality (length, width, breadth, and time). This time-and-space limitation is a mental concept only; not reality. What is reality, then?
May the love that the great mystics felt
touch the hearts of each of us.
May each of us know the wisdom that they knew.
As we go about our lives, may that love and wisdom
touch and transform the hearts of all we meet.prayer
SUGGESTED READING AND LISTENING
(All can be purchased at www.Amazon.com )
Citation: “A Year with Rumi: Daily Readings,” translations and commentary by Coleman Barks, published by Harper One, 2006
Citation: “The Gayan: Notes from the Unstruck Music,” by Hazrat Inayat Khan, Omega Publications, 2005
Citation: “For Love of the Dark One: Songs of Mirabai,” translations by Andrew Schelling, revised edition, Hohm Press, 1998 … The ‘dark one’ is Lord Krishna, whose skin color is traditionally depicted as blue.
Citation: “Thirst,” poems by Mary Oliver, Beacon Press, 2006
Citation: “The Lights of Penitence, the Moral Principles, Lights of Holiness, Essays, Letters, and Poems,” by Abraham Isaac Kook … His poems in the back of the book are quite good.
Citation: “God Makes the Rivers to Flow: An Anthology of the World’s Sacred Poetry and Prose,” compiled by Eknath Iswaren, 1982
Citation: “A Book of Psalms: Selected and Adapted from the Hebrew,” translated by Stephen Mitchell, 1993
(2) A short book review by Tim Knepper, 2001, of the book “The Mystical Mind: Probing the Biology of Religious Experience,” by Eugene d’Aquili, Andrew B. Newberg, may be found here …
(3) By the way, in a book called “Why God Won’t Go Away: Brain Science and the Biology of Belief,” d’Aquili and Newberg … together with Vince Rause, spoke of incomplete ‘neurobiological transcendence’ as a possible cause of religious intolerance.
So, I gather, when the brain is working at optimum capacity, in a state of ‘neurobiological transcendence,’ religious bigotry will be a thing of the past. Here is the book …
Citation: “Why God Won’t Go Away: Brain Science and the Biology of Belief Paperback – March 26, 2002,” by Andrew Newberg (Author), Eugene D’Aquili (Author), & 1 more, in www.amazon.com ..
(4) Rupert Sheldrake has another way of explaining murmurations. He proposes that mind extends beyond the brain and is capable of connecting with everything else. See his long video talk:
MEDIA CREDITS – BACKGROUND MUSIC PLAYED DURING THE EVENT
Link: “Himma,” a CD by the Sufi Music Ensemble. You can hear and purchase the CD at www.amazon.com … Here is the youtube video …
Link: “Sufi Music Ensemble – Himma – 06 – Anatolia,” by IzzyREACTS, 28 December 2011 … https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QzwxvAPHExQ ..
Link: “Harmony Within,” a CD by David Castle … http://celestialenergycenter.com/ .. David Castle, who transitioned in May 2019, was a master healer, whose Celestial Energy Center, now under the care of his widow Anne K. Castle, is here in the San Fernando Valley.
“VISIONS OF THE DAUGHTERS OF ALBION”: A PAINTING BY WILLIAM BLAKE
“EARTH’S ANSWER”: A POEM BY WILLIAM BLAKE
PRACTICAL POLYAMORY VERSUS FREE LOVE: COMMENTS BY ALICE B. CLAGETT
Dear Ones,
I have some historical information on William Blake, as well as a painting and a poem of his that are relevant. There is also a brief discussion of his stance at the end of the blog:
THE 19TH CENTURY ‘FREE LOVE’ MOVEMENT
“[William] Blake was critical of the marriage laws of his day, and generally railed against traditional Christian notions of chastity as a virtue.[73] At a time of tremendous strain in his marriage, in part due to Catherine’s apparent inability to bear children, he directly advocated bringing a second wife into the house.[74] His poetry suggests that external demands for marital fidelity reduce love to mere duty rather than authentic affection, and decries jealousy and egotism as a motive for marriage laws. Poems such as “Why should I be bound to thee, O my lovely Myrtle-tree?” and ‘Earth’s Answer’ seem to advocate multiple sexual partners. In his poem ‘London‘ he speaks of ‘the Marriage-Hearse’ plagued by ‘the youthful Harlot’s curse’, the result alternately of false Prudence and/or Harlotry. Visions of the Daughters of Albion is widely (though not universally) read as a tribute to free love since the relationship between Bromion and Oothoon is held together only by laws and not by love. For Blake, law and love are opposed, and he castigates the ‘frozen marriage-bed’.”
“VISIONS OF THE DAUGHTERS OF ALBION”: A PAINTING BY WILLIAM BLAKE
Image: “Visions of the Daughters of Albion” by William Blake (1757-1827), public domain
Image: “Visions of the Daughters of Albion” by William Blake (1757-1827), public domain
“EARTH’S ANSWER”: A POEM BY WILLIAM BLAKE
“Earth raised up her head
From the darkness dread and drear,
Her light fled,
Stony, dread,
And her locks covered with grey despair.
“Prisoned on watery shore,
Starry jealousy does keep my den
Cold and hoar;
Weeping o’er,
I hear the father of the ancient men.
“Selfish father of men!
Cruel, jealous, selfish fear!
Can delight,
Chained in night,
The virgins of youth and morning bear.
“Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and blossoms grow?
Does the sower
Sow by night,
Or the ploughman in darkness plough?
“Break this heavy chain,
That does freeze my bones around!
Selfish, vain,
Eternal bane,
That free love with bondage bound.”
PRACTICAL POLYAMORY VERSUS FREE LOVE: COMMENTS BY ALICE B. CLAGETT
I note that the Free Love movement has brought with it many social ills as well as community health issues; thus there is no easy answer for the question of feeling the heart and following the heart with regard to romantic love.
I note also that Blake’s stepping into the notion of polyamory may have had to do with the issue of child bearing, which was much more important, from a social perspective, in his day than it is now. Thus his stance might be termed ‘pragmatic polyamory’ rather than free love as it is perceived in today’s context.
LOVE BY THE OUNCE, a Prose Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Dear Ones,
Here is a poem about love …
LOVE BY THE OUNCE
A Prose Poem by Alice B. Clagett 24 February 2013
We sell our selves down the river by the ounce, not by the pound,
As politicians sell the common good to special interest groups.
Little by little. Principle by principle. Love by tiny hopeful love.
Like a baby crying for its mother
Like a viola longing for a bow
Like the self, fabricating other
As the still stream dreams the raging torrent
As Earth longs for the presence of her children
Like grace, never ending, never known
Image: “Redbud in Bloom, Angeles Crest,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: “Redbud in Bloom, Angeles Crest,” by Alice B. Clagett, 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
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