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Evening . a poemlet by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 13 June 2005; published on 1 January 2019; republished on 15 December 2020

  • “Evening,” a Poemlet by Alice B. Clagett, At the Third Street Promenade

“Evening”
A Poemlet by Alice B. Clagett
At the Third Street Promenade
13 June 2005

The palm trees wave the day goodbye
. . . as evening combs their hair
And roses croon a lullaby
. . . to sleepy courtyard air.

. . . . .

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

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El Corazon . a prose poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written ca. 2010; published on 1 January 2019; republished on 16 December 2020

Image: “Southern Arizona,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

Image: “Southern Arizona,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

EL CORAZON
A Prose Poem by Alice B. Clagett
ca. 2010

A man told me something once,
and my mind keeps floating back to it
from time to time.
Not just to the words,
but to the way he said them
— with such certain, tender dignity.

“We are La Raza.
And what makes us
different from other people?”
He touched his chest.
“El corazón.”

. . . . .

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

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Like the Fabled Pied Piper . a prose poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 27 September 2011; published on 1 January 2019; republished on 16 December 2020

LIKE THE FABLED PIED PIPER
A Prose Poem by Alice B. Clagett
27 September 2011

Like the fabled pied piper,
Microsoft and Apple
have taken away
our children
from their families.

It’s not just
the grief
of a little village.

The entire world mourns.

. . . . .

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

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The Heart’s a Chrysalis . a quote by Alice B. Clagett

Written in 2012; published on 1 January 2019; republished on 16 December 2020

THE HEART’S A CHRYSALIS
A Quote by Alice B. Clagett
2012

The heart’s a chrysalis
in which our placid minds
grow wings.

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

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The Far Himalayas . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 9 May 2017; published on 1 January 2019; republished on 16 December 2020

. . . THE FAR HIMALAYAS
. . . A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
. . . 9 May 2017

They call it a ‘social trail’
That means
. . . Before the Park Service
. . . . . . got wind of it
. . . We hikers knew
. . . . . . the San Fernando Valley
. . . . . . trail to the Himalayas

Here it is!
. . . Sparkling with dust
. . . . . . lizard living
. . . . . . . . . flower guzzling
. . . . . . . . . . . . up tilting tiding
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . of Then
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . remarkable
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Here. Now

One third of the way up,
. . . A vintage sport car
. . . . . . bit the dust nose first
. . . . . . . . . out of which
. . . . . . . . . . . . honey bees spew
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . aborted wonder

Move on, or else!

Twice again that far I found
. . . Faeries flock
. . . . . . to my Hurrah

Faeries, as I recall,
. . . keep the Book of Song
. . . . . . for humankind

If you want to meet one
. . . — or most likely, many —
. . . . . . Sing something new
. . . . . . . . . Something no one’s heard before

Then, when the mountain’s climbed
. . . You’ll be remembered
. . . . . . as few are, anywhere
. . . . . . . . . in a place so different
. . . . . . . . . . . . from that we tread

it has no name
. . . but the name we give it
. . . . . . and the song
. . . . . . . . . with which we shape it

Image: “Clouds and Chaparral,” by Alice B. Clagett, ca. 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

Image: “Clouds and Chaparral,” by Alice B. Clagett, ca. 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

. . . . .

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

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For a Young Girl . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written in May 2006; published on 1 January 2019; republished on 16 December 2020

Image: “Solar Diaspora,” by Alice B. Clagett, ca. 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

Image: “Solar Diaspora,” by Alice B. Clagett, ca. 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

. . . . . . FOR A YOUNG GIRL
. . . .. . .A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
. . . . . . May 2006

She’d a mom she loved but couldn’t live with
. . . . . . and a dad she lived with but couldn’t love.

At 18, through the grace of God, mainly,
. . . . . . her teachers gave her
. . . . . . . . . . . . a high school diploma.

Two weeks later
. . . . . . she flew into
. . . . . . . . . . . . the brawny arms
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . of the Army
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . who would teach her to cook.

She left last month for Germany,
. . . . . . or so they say.
Really, we don’t know where she is.

But the heart of this poet knows for sure
. . . . . . that the youth of this land
. . . . . . . . . . . . are but grist in the mill
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . of our President’s
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . o’erarching ambition.

The world is waiting to see
. . . . . . more than John Wayne
. . . . . . at the helm of a nation
. . . . . . full of good people
. . . . . . . . . . . . who don’t know what to do.

Dear ones,
. . . . . . pray for peace in this land
. . . . . . pray for tolerance of all faiths
. . . . . . . . . . . . of all who feel that money isn’t everything.

May we love our neighbors and all nations.

May we find a friend in Jesus
. . . . . . and a friend in Mohammed too.

May Iraq forgive us our trespasses.

May we forgive ourselves this mayhem,

. . . . . . and fill our lives
. . . . . . . . . . . . and the lives of our children
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . now and forever
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . with peace.

. . . . .

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

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For My Sister . by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 22 August 2006; published on 1 January 2019; republished on 16 December 2020

Image: Diptych: Footsteps on the Beach at Malibu, by Alice B. Clagett, 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

Image: Diptych: Footsteps on the Beach at Malibu, by Alice B. Clagett, 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

. . . . . . FOR MY SISTER
. . . . . . by Alice B. Clagett
. . . . . . 22 August 2006

My sister died today.

She left behind her
. . . . . . two wild horses
. . . . . . . . . . . . four wild cats
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . a little money

. . . . . . and all her dreams.

She was my younger sister.

I remember
. . . . . . the tricks I played on her
. . . . . . . . . . . . before she learned to walk

. . . . . . the time she found and read my secret diary

. . . . . . how brilliant she was at calculus

. . . . . . how brave she was when push came to shove

. . . . . . how the love of her life
. . . . . . . . . . . . despite a heart once filled with hope
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . turned out to be a no-show

and how,
. . . . . . ‘though she felt, when the die was cast,
. . . . . . . . . . . . there was no one to talk to at all,
. . . . . . Heaven filled up her final days
. . . . . . . . . . . . with the presence of family and friends.

Image: Great White Egret at Malibu Lagoon, by Alice B. Clagett, 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

Image: Great White Egret at Malibu Lagoon, 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

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Frog Eggs . a poemlet by Alice B. Clagett

Written in July 2016; published on 1 January 2019; republished on 16 December 2020

Image: “Lily Pond,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2002, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

Image: “Lily Pond,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2002, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

FROG EGGS
A Poemlet by Alice B. Clagett
July 2016

Here on Earth
creeds propagate
like frog eggs
in a fish pond
at the first sign of Spring.

. . . . .

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

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Midori – Neither Green nor Blue . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 8 November 2013; published on 1 January 2019; republished on 16 December 2020

MIDORI –
NEITHER GREEN NOR BLUE
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
8 November 2013

I have my doubts
about the virtues and the vices —
the good and bad
polite and impolite
sane and … well, you know … insane?

True or not true?
Or is there something
. . . . altogether else…
. . . . . . . . right here
. . . . . . . . . . . . right now

Not this or that
Not any thing at all

Like an elephant,
greater by far
. . . . than the parsing

Sparser by far
. . . . than that Wiley Coyote,
. . . . . . . . discrimination

Somehow sweeter
. . . . than the essence
. . . . of a wild, pink flower
. . . . roots in the mountain grit
. . . . head tousled by a chill wind
. . . . . . . . off the green Pacific.

Image: “Padres Shooting Star,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2002, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

Image: “Padres Shooting Star,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2002, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

. . . . .

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

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Mountain! A Poem in Four Parts . by Alice B. Clagett

Written in the years 2000 and 2002; published on 1 January 2019; republished on 16 December 2020

Image: “Cliff and Chaparral,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2012, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

Image: “Cliff and Chaparral,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2012, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

MOUNTAIN!
A POEM IN FOUR PARTS
by Alice B. Clagett

Rustic Canyon Trail:
Three Poems
(Summer 2000)

These mountains
pour me out
into the sunset …

Like a rose-colored quilt,
sunset spills down
upon this mountain fastness …

Brisk mountain walls
unfold into the sunset.

. . . . .

Approaching Tapia Subunit,
Malibu Creek State Park
(Summer 2000)

Wind blows.

The dappled shade of trees flirts with the asphalt

And my heart has lost its way.

Shall we rest
. . . . . amongst these whispering bells of grass?

. . . . .

At Whitney Portal
(October 2000)

Heart’s rest …

Listen to the high far keening of the stars!

. . . . .

In Topanga Canyon
(Winter 2002)

In January
white Ceanothus clouds
powder the mountains
with soft promise.

. . . . .

Image: “Chamise,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

Image: “Chamise,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

. . . . .

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

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October: A Poem in Three Parts . by Alice B. Clagett

Written in October 2001; published on 2 January 2019; republished on 16 December 2020

OCTOBER: A POEM IN THREE PARTS
by Alice B. Clagett
October 2001

The Day Slips by …

The day slips by,
My own dear heart
. . . locked in thy warm embrace,

This mortal frame
. . . unbelievably
. . . caught fraught with Thy infinity

Packless, my Weary Back

Packless, my weary back
. . . molded to the soft-sloped, slate ribs
. . . . . . of this staid mountain,

I await the sun.

Heavy on My Heart

These grey clouds
. . . lie heavy on my heart
Concealing as they do
. . . that which I most would see.

Whither to go, and what to find?

Worlds upon worlds,
. . . age after age,
. . . that vast blue sky
. . . twinkles within me.

. . . . .

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

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As Rain Loves the Earth . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 21 November 2012; published on 31 December 2018; republished on 20 December 2020

AS RAIN LOVES THE EARTH
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
21 November 2012

As rain loves the Earth,
and the small roots between the trees;
and tickles Oceans’ Titans’ foam-flecked feet,
and sends the Devas whirling, Sufi-style,
and blesses the conception of each child,
and bathes the borning World in ecstasy,
so is my love for thee, my own dear child.

. . . . .

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

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Becoming . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 4 February 2018; published on 31 December 2018; republished on 20 December 2020

  • “Becoming,” a Poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Lyrics, 4 February 2018

“BECOMING”
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Lyrics
4 February 2018

 

In January
the snow turned to rain
and the first to find the
birdhouse I had so proudly tacked together
ruffled her rufous feathers

What code is this? what semaphore?
What secret of Spring’s soon becoming?

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

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Bedroom Windows . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 1 February 2009; published on 31 December 2018; republished on 16 December 2020

BEDROOM WINDOWS
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
1 February 2009

The wind leaps

like an untoward tide

through my

tightly latched

bedroom windows.

. . . . .

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

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Bellows of Life . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 23 June 2017; published on 31 December 2018; republished on 20 December 2020

BELLOWS OF LIFE
by Alice B. Clagett
23 June 2017

Blow, into the bellows of life,
the flame of desire.
Temper with wisdom
the sword of time.
Thus shalt thou sever
that stern tether;
Thy prize, the gyre
of light unending.

Image: “Sunlight and Greenery,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

Image: “Sunlight and Greenery,” 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

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Beloved . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written in the 1980s; published on 31 December 2018; republished on16 December 2020

BELOVED
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
from the 1980s

I have seen him lie so still
. . . dreaming on the dew-wet grass

and then again, curled like a wraith,
. . . like mist, across the sleeping river.

and once he danced,
. . . for pure springtime delight
. . . . . . in clouds of yellow butterflies
. . . . . . . . . around a silent desert bush.

and I have seen him warlike
. . . stride over this noonday hill —
. . . . . . homeward to greet me —
. . . . . . . . . sun flamed in his hair!

By night he makes that far-flung
. . . star-spun panorama of the sky
. . . . . . a velvet cloak to clothe him

and even now, in this one frozen instant
. . . — NOW —
. . . . . . he leans to whisper in my ear:

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . “Beloved . . . .”

. . . . .

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

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Blue-Green Memories . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 27 June 2003; published on 31 December 2018; republished on 16 December 2020

BLUE-GREEN MEMORIES
by Alice B. Clagett
on the way to Lake Isabella, California
27 June 2003

In June, the jacaranda tree
. . . steals heaven’s blue,
. . . and drops it at our feet

And hearts turn tenderly
. . . to that first Spring – when,
through starlit depths of space and time
we touched down, joyful, in this place –

And here we stand,
. . . between this dream, and that,
. . . of bliss unending,

taunted by a jacaranda tree
to walk once more on heaven.

Image: “Rainbow Angel and Cloud Horse Forming,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

Image: “Rainbow Angel and Cloud Horse Forming,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

. . . . .

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

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Bright on Dark Waters . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written in the late 1970s; published on 31 December 2018; republished on 16 December 2020

Dear Ones,

Here is an early poem …

. . . . .

BRIGHT ON DARK WATERS
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Written in the late 1970s

Bright on dark waters,
columned lights
dance with mind song.

. . . . .

Image: “Lincoln Heading Home,” by Alice B. Clagett, late 1900s, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

Image: “Lincoln Heading Home,” by Alice B. Clagett, late 1900s, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

. . . . .

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

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California Everlasting . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written in May 2005; published on 31 December 2018; republished on 16 December 2020

CALIFORNIA EVERLASTING
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
May 2005

I do so love the light – but still –
this dappled, elfin land
cools summer’s wrath
and few dare venture here.

One day these guardian sprites
may wax more cruel – but now –
my heart dreams
one more day
and one more patch of sun.

Image: “Lemonadeberry,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

Image: “Lemonadeberry,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

. . . . .

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

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California Snail . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 9 January 2012; published on 31 December 2018; republished on 16 December 2020

CALIFORNIA SNAIL
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
9 January 2012

The world is trussed up in a tiny place
like a snail that’s pulled deep into its shell
and sealed itself off from the dry summer days
–blind to the vast blue bowl of the sky
–blind to the budding flower
and dappled shade
–tingling, in the faintest, muffled way,
to the chirrup of towhee,
the scolding of squirrels,
and the crinkle krunch that the driveway makes
as a home-wending father’s starburst joy
sings the lyric last lines of his working day.

Image: “Trees and Sky,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2012, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

Image: “Trees and Sky,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2012, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

. . . . .

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

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Coral Dreams . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 27 June 2003; published on 31 December 2018; republished on 16 December 2020

Image: “Oak Forest,” by Alice B. Clagett, ca. 2012, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

Image: “Oak Forest,” by Alice B. Clagett, ca. 2012, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

CORAL DREAMS
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
27 June 2003

These trees,
. . . whose sinuous limbs
. . . remind me of –

– what shall I say? –

– a time so far away
. . . I might as well
. . . have dreamt it . . . .

Ages and ages hence

I shall remember thee.

. . . . .

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

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Distance . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written in August 2016; published on 31 December 2018; republished on 16 December 2020

Image: “Leafless Sapling and Old Wall,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

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DISTANCE
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
August 2016

On Friday night
across the street
4 teens had a party
in their car

Wild noises
wilder thoughts
and then
a wild thought train
appeared

We will rob your
house
we will rob
your house
we will
rob your house

And so it went
chugging along
through the sludge
of my dreams

I was scared

I thought
shall I cower here?

I opened the door

And there they were,
only a little way away

only 5 decades
away from me

I stepped out

stopped

watched for a while

walked out to the street
and spoke with them.

Image: “Mountain Trail,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

Image: “Mountain Trail,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

. . . . .

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

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A Little Blessing . by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 9 December 2002; published on 31 December 2018; republished on 16 December 2020

A LITTLE BLESSING
Channeled by Alice B. Clagett
9 December 2002

May your heart
light with love
as each day dawns,
filling your spirit-sky
with promise.

At nightfall,
may you look back and find
the wonder of that love
at work in the world.

Dreaming, each night,
may you remember
that Great Dream
from which we came.

. . . . .

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

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Angels and Demons and Devils (oh my!) . a vision by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 9 January 2012; published on 31 December 2018; republished on 16 December 2020

ANGELS AND DEMONS AND DEVILS (oh my!)
A Vision by Alice B. Clagett
9 January 2012

The Complete Scoop on the Battle
Between the Forces of Light and Dark
… Honestly! …

What a roil these words make
in the subconscious, isn’t it so?
Here’s my shortest take on this topic:

–If I were to have a problem
with a demon or devil
(assuming they exist),
then I’d ask an angel for help.
That’s the job description of an angel,
to combat the dark forces.

–From an angel’s perspective,
devils are probably angels
who didn’t make the grade.
Lacking some essential job skill
(such as, for instance,
the ability to see the big picture),
they’ve been consigned
to the basement
of the angel office building.

–Even angels can disagree,
so if I don’t like the decisions they make,
I go straight to the top.
I figure God never makes mistakes.

. . . . .

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

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An Incomplete Rhyme . a prose poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 27 January 2012; published on 31 December 2018; republished on 16 December 2020

AN INCOMPLETE RHYME
A Prose Poem by Alice B. Clagett
27 January 2012

May I be like the Yerba Santa,
able to take the heat,
to live in the rough, wild places
turning my face to Thee;

Blessed with the power to heal
in my flowers, my leaves and my roots.
May the eyes of the world walk right by me,
and never so much as look.

. . . . .

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

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Are You the Hammer? . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 10 January 2012; published on 31 December 2018; republished on 16 December 2020

Image: “Mount Lowe,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2012, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

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ARE YOU THE HAMMER?
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
10 January 2012

Are you the hammer or the hand?
Are you the hand or the man?
Are you the man or his great heart?

?

Pure love thou art.

. . . . .

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

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Aruba Wakeup . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 3 January 2012; published on 31 December 2018; republished on 16 December 2020

Image: “Great White Egrets in Malibu,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2012, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

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ARUBA WAKEUP
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
3 January 2012

I turn away from the morning sun
and feel the breeze
chuckle through my open balcony doors,
tapping my back
flowing right through me
filling the room
with the scent of the sea
and – what’s that?
a whiff of hibiscus?

. . . . .

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

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The Angel’s Hair . a tiny poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written in the 1980s; published on 31 December 2018; republished on 16 December 2020

THE ANGEL’S HAIR
A Tiny Poem by Alice B. Clagett
from the 1980s

The Angel’s hair
flamed through the westward sky

Image: “Fiery Sunset,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

Image: “Fiery Sunset,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

. . . . .

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I Am of the Stars

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The Last Time We Passed On . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 18 February 2012;  published on 22 December 2018

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • “The Last Time We Passed On,” a Poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem about reincarnation. There is a Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

“The Last Time We Passed On”
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
18 February 2012

 

What if we remembered
the last time we passed on?
That moment
of wild, sweet surrender!

That would be the end of the play, wouldn’t it?
The jig would be up.
Divine Ma would be our every thought.
So, then, why stick around?

To hear her laughter in the breeze,
tickling the trees;

in the tiny pop
of waves’ farewell bubbles,
stranded on the shore;

in the bliss of birds’
“good morning” to the day;

in the soft footfalls
of a cat, from room to room;

in the joyful abrogation
of the space between the words,
and the space between the worlds
within us.

Image: “Beseeching,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

Image: “Beseeching,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

. . . . .

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I Am of the Stars

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For Elandra: The 37-Year Partnership . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written in May 2017; published on 21 December 2018

  • FOR ELANDRA: THE 37-YEAR PARTNERSHIP

FOR ELANDRA: THE 37-YEAR PARTNERSHIP
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
May 2017

This account is entirely fictional.

Sometimes
all that’s needed is
a word

Alack!

Tides rise
and fall

Ebb amble

Crabs
hang out
languidly

Sea slug
mopes

Gulls
sling fish
sideways
down the hatch

Was it last spring?

Rip tide

A surf class kid
bit the brine

The paramedic
had a heart attack

I said
so long

Image: “Oyster Shell,” by Alice B. Clagett, ca. 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

Image: “Oyster Shell,” by Alice B. Clagett, ca. 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

. . . . .

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I Am of the Stars

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Light of the World . a prose poem by Alice B. Clagett

Date of writing unknown; published on 20 December 2018

  • LIGHT OF THE WORLD, A Prose Poem by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem about seeing things differently from most people …

LIGHT OF THE WORLD
A Prose Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Date Unknown

If you would discover miracles,
Cast your eyes where others don’t.
If they’re watching the play in the forest,
Feast your gaze upon the trees.

How solid seem the mummers on the stage!
The eyes of many make it so.
But there betwixt the trees,
What Great Truth bides?

Relax your gaze. Wait patiently.
When Wisdom stirs the air,
The heart thus straying from the public eye
Lights all the world with wonder.

Image: “Aspens in Autumn near Silverton, Colorado,” 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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Kingdom of the Sun . a vision by Alice Clagett

Written on 7 March 2014; published on 20 December 2018

  • KINGDOM OF THE SUN, A Vision by Alice Clagett

Dear Ones,

Here is a vision …

KINGDOM OF THE SUN
A Vision by Alice Clagett
7 March 2014

I am that being
of the starry diadem
Child of Mary Magdalen
who bore Jesus’ sons
and of that wise and noble man,
King Solomon.
Through my mother’s grace
and my father’s power
I take back, for all mankind,
the Kingdom of the Sun.

Image: “Night with her Train of Stars and her Great Gift of Sleep,” Edward Robert Hughes, 1912, in Wikimedia Commons … https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/6/67/Edward_Robert_Hughes_-_Night_with_her_Train_of_Stars_-_Google_Art_Project.jpg ..

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

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If I Could Hold My Mind, Like a Baby Chicken . a prose poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 1 January 2012; published on 20 December 2018

  • IF I COULD HOLD MY MIND, LIKE A BABY CHICKEN, a Prose Poem by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

A poem about cherishing the mind, though it be like quicksilver …

IF I COULD HOLD MY MIND,
LIKE A BABY CHICKEN
A Prose Poem by Alice B. Clagett
1 January 2012

If I could hold my mind, like a baby chicken,
Cupped softly in the warm darkness
of my two hands,
I would hazard a peek,
as it fluffed up its fuzz
and blinked its eyes drowsily,

And then I would whisper:
Oh, my dear mind, I am so grateful
For the comfort you give me,
For the way you sustain me here in this life.
Oh, my dear mind, come, let me love you!
Sleep softly now in this heart of mine.

Image: “Colorado Autumn Sunset,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

Image: “Colorado Autumn 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

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I Am That Eternal Flame . a vision by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 27 January 2015; published on 20 December 2018

  • I AM THAT ETERNAL FLAME, a Poem by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

A poem about the attributes of God …

I AM THAT ETERNAL FLAME
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
27 January 2015

I am that Eternal Flame.
I am the Light and the Life.
I am the Way and the One who has found it.
I am the Dark that shapes this Light.
I am the All.
I am that within the All,
nurtured and nurturing.
Always the flame.
Ever changing.

. . . . .

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

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How Old Are You? A Conversation between God and Adam . a myth by Alice B. Clagett

Written in 2015; published on 20 December 2018

  • HOW OLD ARE YOU? A CONVERSATION BETWEEN GOD AND ADAM, a Myth by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

Here is a narrative poem about creation …

HOW OLD ARE YOU?
A CONVERSATION BETWEEN GOD AND ADAM
A Myth by Alice B. Clagett
2015

Quite some time ago,
one of my nieces asked me,
“How old are you?”

I said:
As old as Adam, nearly.
Had to be.

Soon after He created Adam,
God noticed him moping about.
So He said,
“What’s with the woeful face, my friend?”

And Adam said:
“Well, you know, Lord,
sometimes I feel so down….”

And God said: “I can see that.
Though I love you dearly
— like my own son, really
— it’s also true , I have a universe to run.
It’s a big job!”

Thereon Adam interjected:
“That’s so, but Heaven knows,
you’re The Guy to do it!”

“Well,” continued the Lord,
“when I’m off painting the autumn leaves,
or maybe making sure the waves have plenty of foam,
I can see where you might sometimes feel a little down.
Like Me, before I made you.”

So they put their heads together,
and Ta Daah!
came up with me!

My niece said, “That’s a joke, right?”

I said: “Believe it or not,
that’s exactly how it happened.”

Image: “Forest Ferns,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

Image: “Forest Ferns,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

. . . . .

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

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Home Again . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written in August 2004; published on 20 December 2018

  • HOME AGAIN, a Poem by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem about dreams and the workaday world …

HOME AGAIN
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
August 2004

From time to time
some part of me
falls through the cracks
of my workday world
Spills
like a boisterous
mountain stream
into the star-spun vastness
of my childhood dreams.

. . . . .

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

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The Heart Is a Wingéd Messenger . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written in July 2001; published on 20 December 2018

  • THE HEART IS A Wingéd MESSENGER, by Alice B. Clagett

Image: “Rose Snapdragon (Antirrhinum multiflorum), Southern California” by Alice B. Clagett, 2002, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

Image: “Rose Snapdragon (Antirrhinum multiflorum), Southern California” by Alice B. Clagett, 2002, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem about the messages the heart brings us …

. . . . . THE HEART IS A Wingéd MESSENGER
. . . . . by Alice B. Clagett
. . . . . July 2001

The heart is a wingéd messenger

At night, as I lay dreaming
It flies far, to some forgotten spring,
. . . . . drinks deep
. . . . . and sitting in that glen
. . . . . dreams with me

Dawn’s light, once more returning,
It leans to whisper in my ear:

. . . . . Joy, joy, joy in the morning!
. . . . . . . . . . Joy in the breaking of the day
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Joy in the tasks that lie before thee
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Joy in the company of friends

. . . . . Joy walk before thee and behind thee

. . . . . Joy be thy rest along the way.

. . . . .

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

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Goodbye from Mom . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 23 May 2009; published on 20 December 2018

  • GOODBYE FROM MOM, by Alice B. Clagett

Image: “Winter in Maryland,” by Alice B. Clagett, ca. 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

Image: “Winter in Maryland,” by Alice B. Clagett, ca. 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

Dear Ones,

In her latter years, when I was not by her side, mom and I used to talk on the phone twice a day. Here is the last phone conversation I had with my mother before her passing …

GOODBYE FROM MOM
by Alice B. Clagett
–1:30 pm on Freeway 210, Saturday, 23 May 2009,
heading out to a Sierra Club retreat at Mount Baldy

It was a warm spring day in Southern California,
and not too smoggy either.
My mother’s health had been failing.
I called her up and the caretaker handed her the phone.
I said, “Hi, mom, it’s Alice.”

She said, “Honey, I love you, you know I do,
but I have to go. I’m sorry.”
And she started to cry.

I said, “That’s ok, mom. I love you too.”
And she handed the phone back to the caretaker.

It’s no good crying on a freeway. I ought to pull over and stop.

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

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God in Love . a myth by Alice B. Clagett

Written in 2015; published on 20 December 2018

  • GOD IN LOVE, a Myth by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

A poem about God and creation …

GOD IN LOVE
A Myth by Alice B. Clagett
2015

In the beginning, God created
animals that divided and multiplied.
However, He noticed
that they didn’t love Him much.
Never gave a thought to their Creator, in fact.
Which is not surprising,
considering they were just
amoebae and parameciums,
and like that.
Hardly your philosopher sorts.

Now, as most folks have read,
God is Love,
and this lack of affinity
made Him blue.
So then He thought,
“I will create the sexes —
male and female.”

As everyone knows,
the Big Guy only needs to think it
to make it so.
And there they were —
ewes and rams, lions and lionesses,
not to mention boys and girls
and women and men —
all with someone to love
right there under their noses.

As some might surmise,
God already knew
exactly what would happen,
so He just sat back
in His easy chair
to watch the show.
Which is where He sits this very day …
blissed out on a symphony
of love in a minor key.

So here’s the $10,000 question —
What do you suppose
is the coming attraction?

Image: “Small Dairy Farm in Southern California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

Image: “Small Dairy Farm in Southern California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

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

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The Troika . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 5 November 2020; published on 6 November 2020; video published on 26 November 2020
Location: Victory Trailhead, Upper Las Virgenes Canyon Open Space Preserve, Simi Hills, California

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • “The Troika,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words
  • PHOTOS BY ALICE

Dear Ones,

Here is a tiny poem. There is a Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

“The Troika”
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
5 November 2020

 

Ever and always
The rich
Ride a clean sleigh,
Tossing the bodies
Out
Into the snow drifts

PHOTOS BY ALICE

Image: “Victory Trailhead, Upper Las Virgenes Canyon Open Space Preserve, Simi Hills, California 1,” adapted, by Alice B. Clagett, 5 November 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Victory Trailhead, Upper Las Virgenes Canyon Open Space Preserve, Simi Hills, California 1,” adapted, by Alice B. Clagett, 5 November 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Victory Trailhead, Upper Las Virgenes Canyon Open Space Preserve, Simi Hills, California 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 5 November 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Victory Trailhead, Upper Las Virgenes Canyon Open Space Preserve, Simi Hills, California 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 5 November 2020, CC BY-SA 4.0

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Tom o’ the Forest . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 4 January 2018
This account is entirely fictional.

  • “Tom o’ the Forest,” a Poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words, 4 January 2018

“Tom o’ the Forest”
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
4 January 2018

 

Ah, Tom! Tom o’ the Forest!
Would that I had been there
with you, my own dear love,
as our child grew in strength
. . . and beauty

Would, if I could,
. . . have stopped the flow
. . . . . . of my life blood
. . . . . . . . . such loss
. . . . . . . . . such pallor
. . . . . . . . . . . . out onto the brown leaves
. . . . . . . . . . . . by the woodland pool
. . . . . . . . . . . . where we once bathed

Dearest my love
Such a long and weary while
. . . Stood I by your own side,
. . . . . . sighing

The blade that longing
. . . lent your throat
. . . . . . sliced mine
. . . . . . . . . as well

Tom of my life
Tom of my seried lives’ yearning
Blest be the day
when our twained paths
once more marry

. . . . .

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

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Deft Hands of an Angel . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 31 January 2018; published on 31 December 2018

  • “Deft Hands of an Angel,” a Poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Lyrics, 31 January 2018

Image: “Coastal Live Oak and Sandstone Cliffs, Escondido Canyon Trail, Malibu, California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 31 January 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Coastal Live Oak and Sandstone Cliffs, Escondido Canyon Trail, Malibu, California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 31 January 2018, CC BY-SA 4.0

“Deft Hands of an Angel”
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Lyrics
31 January 2018

 

Every day, in the late afternoon
even in the winter
in Southern California

It’s just like this

The red gold of the setting sun
Striking fire
to the sandstone cliffs

like a golden lute meeting
the deft hands
of an angel

. . . . .

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

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Leave All Your Worries . a song by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 4 August 2015

  • “Leave All Your Worries,” a Song by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Lyrics

Dear Ones,

Here is a song I wrote a while back. Hope you like it.

“Leave All Your Worries”
A Song by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Lyrics
4 August 2015

 

Leave all your worries / far behind
Blessed by your mother / dear and kind.
Wake to her bright heart / don’t be blue
Wake to her light heart / loving you.

As you go / about your day
Hearts come and hearts go / it’s all ok.
Om om om om / Om om om
Om om om om / Om om om.

As you close your / sleepy eyes
Divine Ma is / by your side.
Divine Mother / Divine Ma,
Divine Mother / Divine Ma.

. . . . .

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

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Ganderland . a lyrical poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 27 June 2003; published on 20 December 2018

  • “Ganderland,” a Poem by Alice B. Clagett, On the way to Lake Isabella, California

“Ganderland”
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
On the way to Lake Isabella, California
27 June 2003

Sometimes I feel like a DC-3,
intent upon a trans-Atlantic flight,
touched down, most disconcertingly,
on wind-swept Ganderland
to have its engine tweaked

Only to find
wild poppies
dancing in a sea of green,
wafting their scent
across these idle wings.

. . . . .

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

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How to Handle a 9 to 5 . a prose poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written in 2015; published on 20 December 2018

  • “HOW TO HANDLE A 9 TO 5,” a Prose Poem by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem about the workaday world …

“HOW TO HANDLE A 9 TO 5”
A Prose Poem by Alice B. Clagett
2015

For a bus driver, the journey
is where it’s at.
For the rest of us, the journey
is an inconvenient hiccup
on the way to work.

It depends on the driver, too,
how they hold the trip.
Some will barrel pell-mell
past a frantically waving would-be rider.
Others call out the names of the streets
like they’re playing a part
in the biggest movie of all time.

Image: “Two Shrubs and Two Windows,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

Image: “Two Shrubs and Two Windows,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

. . . . .

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

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Song for a Summer Day . a poem by Alice B. Clagett *

Written in May 2001; filmed on 4 October 2014; published on 11 October 2014; republished on 20 December 2018 and 16 July 2020
Location: Pastorius Reservoir State Wildlife Area, La Plata County, Colorado

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE POEM
    • “Song for a Summer Day,” a Poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words
    • Postlude: Music of Chris Zabriskie and Scenes from Pastorius Reservoir

Dear Ones,

I went for a drive from Los Angeles to Grass Valley in the spring of 2001, and on the way home, this poem was born. It is about true love … not the kind we read about in novels, but the love from which we sprang, and to which each of us longs to return.

Here is the spoken poem. There is a Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice.

This is the last in my current series of poems that I wrote myself a while back. This one is called “Song for a Summer Day.” I wrote it on the drive from Los Angeles to Grass Valley, in California. It was a beautiful drive.

. . . . .

“Song for a Summer Day”
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
May 2001

 

These sun-drenched California hills
. . . . knead me like dough,
. . . . bake me in the noonday sun,
. . . . and eat me for lunch.

Not a bad way to go …

I’d like to live on a road
. . . . with a sign at the entrance:
. . . . NO THROUGH STREET.

Let it have rolling hills
. . . . live oaks marking a fence line
. . . . horses grazing the wild oats
. . . . . . . . riding the backs of the meadows
. . . . . . . . tawnily
. . . . . . . . like a lion’s sleek fur

Let it have bird call
. . . . and response
. . . . . . . . cricket chirp
. . . . and a cricket answering
. . . . . . . . heart song
. . . . as the wind loves to touch
. . . . the leaves of the oak tree
. . . . . . . . love’s song
. . . . like the brook that whispers to the passing shore:
. . . . “Drink, drink! Freely I give to thee.”

Love does not forget the other,
. . . . the different one, loved for its difference
. . . . the dry one, loved for a chance to bring it water
. . . . the green one, loved for its greenness
. . . . the formless one, loved for its touch alone
. . . . and all those who long for another,
. . . . . . . . loved for their longing

Love is, and what is not
. . . . are this tree,
. . . . this golden field,
. . . . the rolling warble of a summer day
. . . . . . . . in California

The length and breadth and depth of life
. . . . are not here,
. . . . but hidden away, like a summer day
. . . . . . . . on a forgotten country road
. . . . nourished by a stream that never runs dry,
. . . . . . . . not even in summer.

Postlude: Music of Chris Zabriskie and Scenes from Pastorius Reservoir

[The Postlude features the soothing instrumental music  “Prelude No. 1” from the album “Preludes” by Chris Zabriskie, CC BY 4.0, and scenes from Pastorius Reservoir State Wildlife Area, Colorado

Image: “Rolling Hills and California Oaks,” effected, by Alice B. Clagett, 2001, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Rolling Hills and California Oaks,” effected, by Alice B. Clagett, 2001, CC BY-SA 4.0

. . . . .

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

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

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

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

Dear Ones,

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

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

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

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

Image: “Nicholas Pond, Leo Carrillo State Park,” adapted, by Alice B. Clagett, 2012, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

Image: “Nicholas Pond, Leo Carrillo State Park,” adapted, by Alice B. Clagett, 2012, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

. . . . .

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

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Song of a Hathor . channeled by Alice B. Clagett

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

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

Dear Ones,

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

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

 

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

This world said: Please
Be here with me.

. . . . .

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

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

Written on 1 June 2003; published on 24 April 2020

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

Dear Ones,

This was written long ago …

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

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

. . . . .

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

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

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

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

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem I wrote some years ago …

Image: “Surf at Dume Cove 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

Image: “Surf at Dume Cove 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

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

This account is entirely fictional.

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

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

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

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

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

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

. . .. . . . .

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

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

. . .She married
. . .moved out West

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

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

Image: “Tree Trunk,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

Image: “Tree Trunk,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

. . . . . . . .

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

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

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

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

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

. . .Some months later
. . .she reappeared

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

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

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

. . .. . . . .

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

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

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

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

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

Image: “Surf at Dume Cove 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2016, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

Image: “Surf at Dume Cove 2,” 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

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 ..

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

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

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

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem I wrote some years ago …

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

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

. . . . .

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

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

Written on 7 November 2014; published on 31 December 2018; republished on 31 March 2020

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

Image: “Oak Tree Trunk,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

Image: “Oak Tree Trunk,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

. . . . .

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

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

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

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

So while I climb that ladder to
Walhalla in the sky

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

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

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

What joy, what titivation can
One little organ bring!

What vastly great elation when
My own spirit’s king

So, my dear God Almighty
I shake your potent hand

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

. . . . .

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

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FOOTNOTE

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

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

Published on 4 February 2020

Dear Ones,

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

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

Soundtrack:

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

And, quick as Jack Robinson,
He ditched that lesson

Day after day, began
Once more rampagin’

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

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

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

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

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

Then the day arrived
When he contrived

A vast panorama …
A homicide drama …

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

and the kid said: Sure!

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

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

and the kid said: Sure!

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

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

Two men guffawed
and drove away

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

-al blues …
Mercy me! Made the news

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is a fictional, narrative poem.

 

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

He said, Why live with clutter?

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

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

Ok, I said. I agree

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

.   .  .

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

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

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

Ok, I said. I will sign them

.   .  .

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

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

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

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

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

.   .  .

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

My wife, he said, does health massage

I said, May I have her number?

.   .  .
.   .  .

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

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

What day? I asked
with a frog in my throat

She said, I’ll get back to you

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

Here, she said, is my new massage table

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

.   .  .

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

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

Would that be ok? I asked

Ok, she said. Lie down here.

.   .  .

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

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

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

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

.   .  .

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

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

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

Who’s that? I asked

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

I said, Yes I do!

The stranger stopped inching towards us

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

.   .  .

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

I sat up.

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

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

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IS THERE A HOTEL HILTON IN HELL?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God speaks our truth,
And then, forsooth,

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

This account is entirely fictional.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Wham Stomp Rap . a couplet by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 23 January 2020; published on 24 January 2020

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

Dear Ones,

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

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

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

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

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

Video: “Spirit Rappings,” by Tom Farrell, on Vimeo … https://vimeo.com/175454030 … DESCRIPTION: This may be an adaptation of an 1853 song that was written when Spiritualism was of interest in the United States.

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

Written and published on 26 December 2019

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

Dear Ones,

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

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

. . . . .

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

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

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

File as the year 2000; video filmed on 18 December 2019; published along with blog on 23 December 2019; blog revised on 20 May 2020
Previously titled: Tinsel Head: To Be or Not to Be? . a poem by Alice B. Clagett … and … ‘Tinsel Head’ Tale: Scrimmages with a Los Angeles ‘Brujo Cult’ . by Alice B. Clagett
Added poem to Tiny Anthologies: Wild West Poems and to 2u3d website

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

Dear Ones,

INTRODUCTION: SCRIMMAGES WITH A LOS ANGELES ‘BRUJO CULT’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On Appraising Miracles and Psychic Powers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Subsequent Visions on Days Commemorating the Group’s Saints

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Transformation of One Thorn to the Light

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

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

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

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

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

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MORE INFORMATION

Link: “Catastrophic Childhood Experiences – Compendium: Black Magicker,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 12 August 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-jtG ..

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

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

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

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

Dear Ones,

Here is a short satire on counterfeit money ..

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Gatorade Kid . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

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

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

Dear Ones,

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

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

 

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

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

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

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

and the kid said: Sure!

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

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

and the kid said: Sure!

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

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

Two men guffawed
and drove away

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dear Ones,

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

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

 

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

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

Credits

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

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I Am of the Stars

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Ice . a poem by Alice Clagett

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

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

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem called “Ice,” about what I intuited might be a well-laid murder plot in Durango, Colorado. I was, I feel, the intended victim. Luckily I escaped ‘before the fact’, unscathed. There is a Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

This is a poem called “Ice” …

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“Ice”
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
19 September 2019

This is a fictional, narrative poem.

 

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

He said, Why live with clutter?

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

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

Ok, I said. I agree

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

.   .  .

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

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

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

Ok, I said. I will sign them

.   .  .

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

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

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

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

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

.   .  .

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

My wife, he said, does health massage

I said, May I have her number?

.   .  .
.   .  .

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

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

What day? I asked
with a frog in my throat

She said, I’ll get back to you

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

Here, she said, is my new massage table

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

.   .  .

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

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

Would that be ok? I asked

Ok, she said. Lie down here.

.   .  .

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

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

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

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

.   .  .

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

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

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

Who’s that? I asked

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

I said, Yes I do!

The stranger stopped inching towards us

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

.   .  .

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

I sat up.

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

. . . . .

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

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Hold a Candle . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 5 May 2019; published on 31 May 2019

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

Dear Ones,

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

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

There is a Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

Soar in laughter
Sink in pain
Sense the level
Strong terrain

Sadness catches
One and all
Then allows us
To recall

How excitement
May sustain —
Double, triple
Each small gain

Trust that
Each transvestite’s fear
May find comfort
Somewhere

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

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

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Iambic Tetrameter to Soothe Astral Rape Gangs . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 1 January 2019; published on 21 February 2019

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Iambic Tetrameter Sayings to Soothe Astral Rape Gangs
    • “I Am Irresponsive to Your Plea,” by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words, 1 January 2019
    • “I Thought You Loved Me More Than Anything,” by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words, 1 January 2019
    • “That Dandelion Thing Is Not for Me,” by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words, 1 January 2019
    • Postscript
      • Iambic Tetrameter: The Mother’s Heartbeat
      • Iambic Pentameter: The Slow Gallop

Dear Ones,

Here is a video on a rhythm of speech to create a calming effect on energies of astral rape in the noosphere. There is a Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Iambic Tetrameter Sayings to Soothe Astral Rape Gangs

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

I have been dealing with the issue of misogyny … hatred of women … on the astral plane through last night. A lot of other people have joined in. I have come to some startling, interim conclusions that I feel may help abate the energy of misogyny on the astral plane.

There is a type of rhythm that you can use, and words that you can use, that to me are reminiscent of a mother’s heartbeat. I think that the issue of the motherly love, and the mother’s heartbeat, are very important, in cases of misogyny (hatred of women). I will give you just a few examples.

When men are misogynists, on the astral plane they cluster together in astral rape gangs, and descend upon women in groups of six to nine or 12. While they are resting, or sleeping, or unconscious in some way, these astral rape gangs descend upon women and begin a chant that involves astral rape.

This has to do with a few with a few things: It has to do with arrogance … you could say … or a lack of relationship to the Mother, which results in lack of empathy, and increased male bonding, not counterbalanced by the feelings of empathy and love such as a mother would have.

So the astral rape gangs suddenly descend! I know some of you are hearing this clairaudiently, or have experienced this feeling of astral rape, or astral ‘gangbang’. (Some use other words for it.)

And so, when they descend, what you say is (and paying attention to the soft tone of the voice, and the smooth, slow rhythm of the voice) …

“I Am Irresponsive to Your Plea”
by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
1 January 2019

 

I am irresponsive to your plea. I am irresponsive to your plea.

The next bit of banter may have something to do with a kind of a very mild taunt by one of the men in the astral rape gang; and it goes like this …

“I Thought You Loved Me More Than Anything”
by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
1 January 2019

 

I thought you loved me more than anything! (Seeming sincere, right?) And this is as far as I have gotten as to the response to this; you will notice it has the same tone and rhythm as the last response  … and it goes like this …

“That Dandelion Thing Is Not for Me”
by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
1 January 2019

That dandelion thing is not for me. That dandelion thing is not for me. 

Alternatively, you could say: That hootenanny thing is not for me. That hootenanny thing is not for me.

That somehow diffuses the energy of misogyny (hatred of women) on the astral plane. I think that it will be sufficient, even though it is incomplete; it will be sufficient to allow you to phrase your own concepts, your own responses, in your own terms, if you will use the same soothing tone, and the same rhythm … the same syllable and the same accents … like in poetry.

All right, everyone … very good luck with this. I hope this works, because the turning of the Atlantean age, which is just taking place right now … back to an era of balance between the Divine Masculine and Feminine … requires us to find a pacific counter to the energies of misogyny that have arisen to a crescendo in 2012, and are now beginning to abate.

Postscript

Iambic Tetrameter: The Mother’s Heartbeat. I just did some research on the rhythm and the accents of the two examples that I gave, and I found out they are both examples of Iambic Tetrameter … That is, more or less, sets of an unstressed syllable, followed by a stressed syllable … that is the Iamb … it is the rhythm of the heartbeat; and Tetrameter means that there are four such sets of syllables in the line.

A good example of Iambic Tetrameter is Joyce Kilmer’s poem called “The Tree” … which everybody knows. The rhythm goes like this: da-Daah, da-Daah, da-Daah, da-Daah … one unstressed syllable, followed by a stressed syllable … and four sets of these.

As you can tell, it is the feeling of a steady heartbeat, the loving heartbeat of the mother; the very first rhythm that a child ever knows. While still unborn, it feels that rhythm; so it is a very reassuring, calming rhythm. And it helps in cases of anger or upset or rage, or even of unbridled sexual attraction. It helps calm a person’s heart, I feel.

Iambic Pentameter: The Slow Gallop. It is worth noting that there are other examples of the iambic poetry; for example, the one that I always loved: Iambic Pentameter, which is five sets of Iambic syllables. To me that feels kind of like a horse in a slow gallop across a beautiful, summer meadow.

There are examples of Iambic Pentameter in the writing of William Shakespeare, John Donne, and Geoffrey Chaucer. I think that Iambic Pentameter gained popularity because, in those days, people often rode horseback; and that galloping feeling … that slow, galloping feeling … was something that allowed them to compose poetry while on the hunt, for example, or going to war, or just riding a horse for the fun of it. And reciting that poetry probably reminded them of all those adventures that they had on horseback, in their lives.

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

Written and published on 21 September 2018

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

Image: Miniature from the Hours of Catherine of Cleves, Morgan Library & Museum, , MS M.945, f. 107r, by Master of Catherine of Cleves, circa 1440, from Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Hellmouth.jpg … public domain

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Dear Ones,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

AUTUMN EQUINOCTIAL TRANSFORMATION OF WORLD WAR II KARMA

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

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

I note that the route grazes Japan.

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

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

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

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

WELL-WISHER JOURNEYS TO THE HELLWORLDS AND BACK

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

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

Image: “San Michele Arcangelo libera le anime del purgatorio,” by Jacopo vignali (1592-1664), photographer: Giovanni Piccirillo (a cura di), La chiesa dei Santi Michele e Gaetano, Becocci Editore, Firenze 2006 … from Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Jacopo_vignali,_san_michele_arcangelo_libera_le_anime_del_purgatorio.jp … 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 … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Jacopo_vignali,_san_michele_arcangelo_libera_le_anime_del_purgatorio.jp … public domain

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

AFFIRMATION TO FREE THE SOULS OF THE DAMNED

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

You are free! Go where you will!

RAMA AND HANUMAN FIGHTING THE DEMON RAVANA

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The image of Native American hero Gluskap, and his friend the hawk, reminds me of a dream I once had of seeing through the eyes of a red-tailed hawk that was circling high up in the sky, and looking down with lightning sharp vision at a mouse scurrying along a chaparral track in a high mountain meadow below.

In my mind, I link the story of Gluskap and the vision through the hawk’s eyes with two remembered lifetimes as a Native American … one as a boy in the Cuyamaca Mountains, and one as a Hopi brave …

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

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

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

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

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

Dear Ones,

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

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

The life of the tough
is rough

Gadzooks
forsooth …
the noose!

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

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

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

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

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

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I Am of the Stars
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Ode to a Scarlet Varlet . a story by Alice B. Clagett

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

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

Dear Ones,

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

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

 

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

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

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

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

And those guys say:
Die, Haberdasher, Die!

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

And those guys say:
Die, Pollyanna, die!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I Am of the Stars
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The Outlaw . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

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

  • “The Outlaw,” a Poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words

Dear Ones,

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

“The Outlaw”
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
22 February 2018

 

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

That I can’t
be without

Why not?
They’d blurt out

And then
he would shout:

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

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I Am of the Stars
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God’s Garden . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 26 March 2018

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

Dear Ones,

A poem for you …

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

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

And saw
the wild dogs

coursing
like dun-colored
streams

through the depths
of the canyon
floors

of an evening

I remember
step
by careful
step

threading my way
down the steep
slopes

There I saw
in the fading

green
of mild
spring days

cucumbers
tomatoes
watermelons

strike up
from straggly
vines

strewn forth
by garden seeds
washed

down … down …
into the
canyon

I remember
thinking
God’s garden is here!

None but God
to sow these seeds

None but God
to reap these fruits

Who
draws
the pattern
of the days?

Who conducts
the symphony
of winter rains
and summer
thirst?

Who guides
the padded feet

that strike their will
both deep and sure

into

the unsuspecting
heart
of this lost

city?

. . . . .

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

Published on 3 March 2018; revised on 2 December 2018
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  • “The Voice of a Child,” a Poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words, 3 March 2018

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem I wrote earlier this month …

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

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

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

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

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

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“The Voice of a Child”
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
3 March 2018

 

This account is entirely fictional.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

. . . . .

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

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

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

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

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

Written and published on 20 February 2018; revised on 14 October 2018
Added poem to: Tiny Anthologies: Wild West Poems

  • “The Het Up Vet,” a Poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words

Dear Ones,

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

“The Het Up Vet”
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
Soundtrack and Words
20 February 2018

 

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

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

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

-al blues …
Mercy me! Made the news

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

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

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

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

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

Written on 11 February 2018; published on 20 December 2018

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

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem about boodle and the afterlife …

. . . . .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God speaks our truth,
And then, forsooth,

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

. . . . .

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

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

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

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

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I Am of the Stars
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The Clink of a Reptile’s Toes . a fanciful poem by Alice B. Clagett

Written and published on 11 February 2018
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  • “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 ..

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“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

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

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Stonegate II . an image poem by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 16 April 2017; published on 29 January 2018

Dear Ones,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stonegate

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

Something new …
something undreamed of.

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

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

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

Stonegate

Even the sylphs of the air rejoice today.

In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
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Hamlet: To Be or Not to Be . by Shakespeare, read by Alice B. Clagett

Written and published on 16 February 2015; revised

  • INTRODUCTION
  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • “Hamlet” and the Ascension Process
    • The Free Will Decision to Prepare for Multidimensional Majesty
    • Hamlet and the Unwanted Effect of Taking Revenge
    • Prime Caveat: Do Not Act Out!
    • Spring Equinox 2015: Celestial Energies Will Be Ramping Up for the Next Few Weeks
    • Setting the Stage for Hamlet’s Soliloquy
    • Hamlet’s Soliloquy: “To Be or Not to Be”
    • On Viewing Hamlet’s Soliloquy through the Lens of Ascension on Earth
    • Revenge: The Threat to One’s Own Life and Limb
    • Revenge: How it Creates a Karmic Timeline Loop, as Does Every Instance of ‘Acting Out’ Our Soul Wounding
    • How Karmic Timeline Loops Prevent Us From Experiencing the Majesty of Our Multidimensionality
    • Hamlet’s Mind: The Time-and-Space Trap
    • How the Act of Forgiveness on Our Part Frees Up Our Multidimensional Majesty
    • What Happens If We ‘Act Out’ and Lose Our Bodies in the Process?
    • Ascension Process Continues to Take Place for Souls in the Fourth Dimension
    • The Karmic Reboot into the Third Dimension
    • The Importance to Humankind of Our Doing Our Best to Retain Physical Form
    • On Setting Aside Our Fears and Placing Awareness on Our Hearts
    • On Turning from Fear and Learning to Shift Timelines and Dimensions
    • Language of Light Tools to Attain ‘Cosmic Mind’ and Repair Our DNA
    • On Being Kind to Ourselves from Moment to Moment
    • Getting Out of Karmic Timeline Loops: Activations of Light to Shift Timelines and Optimize Dimensional Awareness
      • Activation of Light to Optimize Timelines
      • Activation of Light to Optimize Dimensional Awareness
    • Definitions of Words in Hamlet’s Soliloquy

Image: “Hamlet and Ophelia,” by Agnes Pringle, at ArtUK, Photo credit: Chiswick Town Hall … https://d3d00swyhr67nd.cloudfront.net/w1200h1200/collection/LW/CTHA/LW_CTHA_6-001.jpg ..

INTRODUCTION

Dear Ones,

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.”

— from Link: “To Be or Not to Be” [a play by William Shakespeare], in Wikipedia … http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/To_be,_or_not_to_be … CC BY-SA

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 expansionalpha 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

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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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“I Swear, My Son” . a Rumi poem read by Sina . referral by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 1 November 2017

Dear Ones,

A poem by Rumi about the worth of our children, and of ourselves, as the children of God. Read by Sina, music by Hamoon Tehrani. from the “True Love Rumi” CD. …

Video: Rumi Poems, by Sina Yasavolian, published on Feb 6, 2007: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6SZSWqDL7RA ..

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

Written in 1981; published on 9 October 2017; republished on 2 January 2019

  • MY DESIGNER, a Poem by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem from my early years as a poet …

Image: “Divine Messenger,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2012, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

Image: “Chaparral in Spring,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2012, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

MY DESIGNER
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
1981

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

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

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

. . . . dewdrops, raindrops, rivers and seas

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

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

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

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

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

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

Image: “Chaparral in Spring,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2012, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

Image: “Divine Messenger,” by Alice B. Clagett, 2012, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

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

Written on 7 November 2014; published on 23 September 2015

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • The Rage the Body Feels, a Poem by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

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

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

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

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

Apparently
in hopes that they will
morph into
carriage mares.

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

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

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

And so…

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

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

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

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

….

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"Are You the New Person Drawn Toward Me?" . a poem by Walt Whitman . read by Alice B. Clagett

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

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

Note: This is a public domain poem … See Link: “Walt Whitman, May 31, 1819 – March 26, 1892,” in Public Domain Poetry … http://www.public-domain-poetry.com/walt-whitman ..

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"Come, Said My Soul" . a poem by Walt Whitman . referral by Alice B. Clagett

Referred on 11 November 2013; revised

Dear Ones,

Here are words of a kindred Soul …

“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, …”

–Walt Whitman, public domain … http://whitmanarchive.org/about/faq.html ..

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

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The Hateful Heart . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 24 November 2016; published on 30 November 2016
Added poem to: Tiny Anthologies: Wild West Poems

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • “The Hateful Heart,” a Poem by Alice B. Clagett, Soundtrack and Words
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Dear Ones,

Here is a short rhyme about the hateful heart. There is a Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

Here is a short rhyme about the hateful heart …

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

Filmed on 20 July 2016; published on 29 July 2016

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • On the Drowning of a Child, a Poem by Alice B. Clagett
drowning

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

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

Dear Ones,

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

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

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

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

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

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

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

When things like this happen
folks tend to say:

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

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

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

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

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

. . . . .

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

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

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

Written and published on 17 July 2016

  • HIROSHIMA, a Poem by Alice B. Clagett

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

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

Dear Ones,

Here is a poem about atom bomb explosions, whether out there in the real world, or just in our hearts …

This account is entirely fictional.

HIROSHIMA
A Poem by Alice B. Clagett
17 July 2016

This poem is entirely fictional.

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

His wife died recently
and he’s a great healer

so I went for a healing session

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

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

Push came to shove
and he surveyed the scene

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

. . . .

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

し  four  . . . .  死  death

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

. . . .

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

He’s a Hiroshima survivor

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

He was four years old
four miles from ground zero

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

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

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

She lived four more days

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

After a while
he began to eat
little parts of her

Why? someone said
why did you do that?

Because, he said,
I was hungry

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

The water
he says
felt like fire

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

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

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

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

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

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

And records her derrière

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

and they make love.

. . . . .

Here on Earth
men are settled
with the parts business

for lack of the jingle
to captcha

that awesome auto
sold downtown

. . . . .

Yet
we women are, altogether
otherly

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

gizmo by gizmo
preassembled

all the necessary
parts included

and

we bear them
to their Souls as well

clutching their wailing hearts
to our own

in the rose evenings
of this stone city

. . . . .

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

Image: “Desert Rain,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1990s, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com

DESCRIPTION: Man in yellow rain poncho, and with blue backpack, walking away from the camera, on a sand dune. 

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

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

Image: 四 Shi

Image: し four . . . . 死 death

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

Filmed on 28 March 2016; published on 6 April 2016

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

Dear Ones,

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

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Written and published on 10 March 2016

Le-Brun-Chute-Dijon

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.

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Image: “Sturz der rebellischen Engel” (“Michael Fights Rebel Angels”) by Sebastiano Ricci, c. 1720, Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Sebastiano_Ricci_058.jpg … public domain

Image: “Sturz der rebellischen Engel” (“Michael Fights Rebel Angels”) by Sebastiano Ricci, c. 1720, Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Sebastiano_Ricci_058.jpg … public domain

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

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

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

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

El_sueño_de_Jacob,_por_José_de_Ribera

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Image: “El sueño de Jacob” (“Jacob’s Dream”) by José de Ribera, 1639, at the Museo del Prado, Madrid … Wikimidia Commons … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacob%27s_Dream#/media/File:El_sue%C3%B1o_de_Jacob,_por_Jos%C3%A9_de_Ribera.jpg … public domain

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Image: “Jacob’s Dream,” object 1 (Butlin 438), by William Blake, 1805 … Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Blake_jacobsladder.jpg … public domain … DESCRIPTION: This is a depiction of Jacob’s ladder.

Image: “Jacob’s Dream,” object 1 (Butlin 438), by William Blake, 1805 … Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Blake_jacobsladder.jpg … public domain … DESCRIPTION: This is a depiction of Jacob’s ladder.

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A Vision: The Behemoth Turns . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 12 October 2015; published on 13 October 2015

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • The Behemoth, a Vision by Alice B. Clagett
  • MORE INFORMATION

Dear Ones,

Here is a video about a vision I had. There is a Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

It is Monday, 12 October 2015, and I have a vision to relate to you. It is very short, and it goes like this …

. . . . .

The Behemoth
A Vision by Alice B. Clagett
12 October 2015

The behemoth
Slowly turns
And lumbers off. 

Image: Adaptation of “Behemoth and Leviathan,” a watercolour by William Blake from his Illustrations of the “Book of Job,” at Wikimedia Commons … public domain

Image: Adaptation of “Behemoth and Leviathan,” a watercolour by William Blake from his Illustrations of the “Book of Job,” at Wikimedia Commons … public domain

. . . . .

Very positive vision, would you not say? Well, it does treat on a dark topic, but the Dark is leaving Earth right now, and the Light is pouring in.

God bless you all, and keep you, in happiness, and holiness, and love, and light, and joy. Now is the time. Now is the great time of the Awakening.

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

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Here is a movie about a young girl who bravely faced her fear of the Beasts of the Southern Wild …

Video: “Beasts of the Southern Wild Trailer 2012,” by MsStarclips, 20 May 2012 … https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IWnMJipbZD8 ..

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

Published on 13 October 2015

Dear Ones,

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

. . . . .

HOW TO MAKE PEACE ON EARTH
A Prose Poem by Alice B. Clagett
13 October 2015

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

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

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

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

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

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

. . . . .

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

Filmed on 3 August 2015; published on 5 August 2015

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

Dear Ones,

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

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

I have a short story …

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

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

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

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

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

“So the question is:
Which lake will I pick
To sit by today?”

Photos by Alice

Image: “Lake and Sunlight 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 3 August 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

Image: “Lake and Sunlight 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 3 August 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

Image: “Lake and Sunlight 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 3 August 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

Image: “Lake and Sunlight 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 3 August 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

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Image: “Lake and Sunlight 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 3 August 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com .. 

Image: “Lake and Sunlight 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 3 August 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,”