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Incantation to Sun and Moon . channeled by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 10 November 2019; published on 11 November 2019

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Incantation to the Sun and Moon, Channeled by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

Here is an incantation to the Sun and Moon. There is a Summary after the video …

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SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Incantation to the Sun and Moon
Channeled by Alice B. Clagett
9 November 2019

May the god Sun
And the goddess Moon
Light our travels
Through the days and nights
Of earthly existence,
And on, to our home in the stars.

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

Published on 14 April 2019

Dear Ones,

Late yesterday afternoon, after Palm Sunday Vigil and communion with the holy congregation, I was driving home.

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

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

Now, now is the time.

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

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

Oh my Soul, remember!

. . . . .

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

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Except where otherwise noted, “Awakening with Planet Earth” by Alice B. Clagett … https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com … is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License (CC BY-SA 4.0) … https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/4.0/ ..

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Demonic Clearing Yesterday, to Do with World War II . by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 21 September 2018

  • Yesterday Afternoon: Binding Down of the Demonic Lien-Holder of Jakarta
  • Autumn Equinoctial Transformation of World War II Karma
  • Well-Wisher Journeyers 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 Redtailed Hawk
  • Incarnational Memories by Alice: “Cuyamaca Omen,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett

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

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

Dear Ones,

Yesterday Afternoon: Binding Down of the Demonic Lien-Holder of Jakarta

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

Image: Binding Down of a Demon, http://www.prayprayer.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/04/174305.jpg ..

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 psychic realm.

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

Video: “Raiders of the Lost Ark (9/10) Movie CLIP – Face Melting Power (1981) HD,” by Movieclips, 5 May 2018 … https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YcR9k8o4I0w ..

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

Autumn Equinoctial Transformation of World War II Karma

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

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

I note that the route grazes Japan.

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

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

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

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

Well-Wisher Journeyers to the Hellworlds and Back

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

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

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

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

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

Affirmation to Free the Souls of the Damned

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

You are free! Go where you will!

Rama and Hanuman Fighting the Demon Ravana

The song “Hanuman Chalisa” is a favorite of mine, and so I have learned the story of Hanuman, the monkey god who, despite pretty 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 m of this painting of Rama and Hanuman Fighting the Demon Ravana …

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

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

Gluskap, Hero of the Algonquin, Vanquisher of Sorcerers and of Those Who Followed Demons

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

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

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

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Incarnational Memories by Alice: A Vision … Looking Through the Eyes of a Redtailed Hawk

The image of Gluskap reminds me of a dream I once had of seeing through the eyes of a redtailed 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, 27 June 2014, https://wp.me/p2Rkym-892 ..

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Incarnational Memories by Alice: Cuyamaca Omen
a poem by Alice B. Clagett
1 May 2017

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

Young then, but lithe,
I was
the Silent Runner

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

. . . . .

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

I stopped to nap
under our family’s oak tree,
Woke with a start!
What’s that behind me?

But it was
only a coyote child.

. . . . .

Yesterday
the air was full
of omens

What should I do?
I asked
my Cuyamaca dad

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

And so I fled
back to the quiet places —

. . . . .

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

. . . . .

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

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School . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 2 July 2018

Dear Ones,

Here is a new poem by me …

. . . . .

SCHOOL
A poem by Alice B. Clagett
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
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The Outlaw . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

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

Dear Ones,

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

THE OUTLAW
a poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
22 February 2018

 

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

That I can’t
be without

Why not?
They’d blurt out

And then
he would shout:

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

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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"The World Is Too Much with Us" . a poem by William Wordsworth . read by Alice B. Clagett

Revised; originally published no 17 March 2014

Dear Ones,

Here’s 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,

When I woke up this morning, suddenly popped into my mind a poem that I learned when I was young. And I remember my Latin teacher in high school. I remember her very well, because she carried a little stick, or wand, with her. And she would swish it through the air, when we said something that she didn’t like. And she would rap it on the desk, if she really didn’t like it. And she always made me think: Maybe she’ll hit me too! [laughs] … although that was probably against the school rules. [laughs]

So anyway, 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 don’t totally remember it, but I do remember how important it is. It’s a poem by William Wordsworth … a very short poem … and it’s 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’m not so good I can recite it by memory, so I’m going to read it off the internet. And maybe you can read it in my eyeglasses too [laughs], because it’s 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.”

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

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

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The Clink of a Reptile’s Toes . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

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

Dear Ones,

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

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

Soundtrack:  

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

And, quick as Jack Robinson,
He ditched that lesson

Day after day, began
Once more rampagin’

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

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

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

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

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

Then the day arrived
When he contrived

A vast panorama …
A homicide drama …

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Video: “Play It Again Sam, Casablanca, AS TIME GOES BY,” a 1941 movie, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=plSKtjfSjrA&t=2s ..

Video: “Casablanca – Rick’s ‘play it again Sam’,” https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bAlzmRjixr0 ..

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