Here is a quote for you regarding what sometimes stinks to Heaven …
The man who commits a crime for a good cause wears Eau de Skunk.
In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
Written and published on 30 August 2026
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Link: “Ethics of Doing Harm for a Good Cause,” by Alice B. Clagett, compiled and published on 13 February 2026; revised on 17 February 2026; revised on 10 May 2026 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-Gbm ..
Link: “Glossary of Unusual Words and Phrases,” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 12 December 2019; last updated on 8 August 2026 … SEARCH FOR THE WORD: Elderbane ..
Nice video. Archaic humans have a lot in common with me.
If you figure that all cognition is prediction, then you are relating to the human hologram hypothesis, which is valid in dimensions greater than the seventh.
But in Dimensions 1 through 7, in the realm of our personal chakras, telepathy does exist. That is the manner in which human holograms connect so as to create a reality of cause-and-effect.
This cause-and-effect hologram is intended by our higher selves … those in dimensions 8 and higher … as a learning device for our interactions with beings in the lower dimensions; for instance, our interactions with beings here on Earth.
There is a difference between religion and astrogeophysics; one is an Earth institution with an all-too-human power-over hierarchy; the other is, I feel, potentially more factual.
You are wondering what tree brains look like, right? So am I. For instance, are they green? Do they move up and down the tree like tree sap?
Suppose the Universe is made of mind? Or, according to my notions, made of Awareness? Then what do size and color of mind matter?
So then, this war between the Argentine house ants and me .. They want to seize my private property and eat me. In fact, they tried this today. Did the Greeks get their ideas about private property from the ants, I wonder?
I like your implication that private property contributes to retribution for crime rather than reconciliation of the criminal with the community.
I wonder, though, if we should be looking at the superconscious mind of all beings on Earth, rather than the subconscious minds of human communities?
BTW, we telepaths need not feel we are crazy. But we have to be careful about other people’s comfort zones. I like to keep in touch with PTSD reactions, which may be triggered by other people’s comfort zones being challenged, in case I need to counter with least possible to-do, so as to escape what danger may arise.
This as been fun! Thanks for sharing!
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Io lux et pax nobiscum.
Joy, light and peace be with us!
Alice B. Clagett
Image: “Holy Mary, Shield of Light, Terror of Demons,” adapted from Image by Chil Vera from Pixabay – Pixabay License
Image: “Holy Mary, Shield of Light, Terror of Demons,” adapted from Image by Chil Vera from Pixabay – Pixabay License
INTRODUCTION
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
VIDEO CREDITS
CONCLUSION
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INTRODUCTION
Dear Ones,
Here is quite an interesting talk with Opossum, Coyotes, and Ravens about the Marsupial Goddess of LA. That was at Paramount Ranch in the Santa Monica Mountains of California.
Hello, Dear Ones. It’s Alice. I’m here at Paramount Ranch today. And just as I arrived, I was talking to the Nandays … Nandays! … who looked quite as big as before. There were only three of them. And they were incredibly untalkative considering there have been two big M-class flares today … Solar flares.
So then I heard a kind of a muttering voice. Mammalian for sure. A Mammalian voice. See, over that way it said, “Don’t talk to us about God.”
And I said, “Is this an Opossum?” And it said, “Yes.” And I said, “You know,” … stretching the truth a little, I said, “You know, Los Angeles is named for a Lady Goddess.”
Yes. I said, “The true name of Los Angeles is ‘El Pueblo’ … That’s ‘The Town’ …
‘El Pueblo de Nuestra Senora’ … That means ‘The Town of Our Lady’ …
‘El Pueblo de Nuestra Senora La Reina de Los Angeles.’ ‘La Reina de Los Angeles’!
And that means ‘The Town of Our Lady, the Queen of the Angels’.
So Los Angeles is named after a Lady Goddess. And the Marsupial had nothing to say. That’s just like Opossums to be very quiet.
So then I said, “So you see, just like a Baby Possum lives for a long time inside the pouch of its mother, Los Angeles lives under the protection of a Lady Goddess.”
And the Opossum said, “Oh! Oh, right?” only very, very quietly, very mutteringly. It said it like this: “Oh. Right.”
So then the Coyotes spoke up and they didn’t like this idea at all .., the idea of a lady being in charge of Los Angeles … Goddess or no Goddess… and in fact the Mother of Christ, and not really a Goddess.
But I was trying to make it easy for the Marsupials, you know, because I’m not sure where they stand on the intellectual front … or with an understanding of mythology or philosophy. So, I don’t want you to think really that I believe it’s a Lady Goddess … that Mother Mary is a Lady Goddess. I am inclined to the ‘Marian’ tradition. That means ‘Mary’. That means ‘veneration of Mother Mary’.
But the Christian churches make it very clear that Mother Mary is not … is not a Goddess. Not in the Greek tradition.
No, she’s the Mother who conceived and nurtured God incarnate. Yeah. Like us. We’re sparks of God incarnate, are we not? Our Eternal Souls are mirrors of the Spirit of God.
And so by extension, you could say that all the mothers on Earth are like Mother Mary.
So then Coyote backed off and wanted nothing to do with me. Actually it wants nothing to do with Theology whatsoever.
And then to my great mortification, the Ravens seconded the vote of Coyote. So I could see I was going to get nowhere with Marsupial understanding of Theology and trying to combine it with that of other wild animals.
Another day, perhaps, the inspiration will come to me.
God bless you all,
And keep you safe,
And be with you
Through all your days.
In love, Light, and joy,
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
Come and visit me at my wonderful worldclass WordPress website “Awakening with Planet Earth.” That’s https/awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
VIDEO CREDITS
“The Marsupial Goddess of LA”
By Alice B. Clagett
Filmed on 3 June 2026 and produced on 27 June 2026
Location: Paramount Ranch, Santa Monica Mountains, CA
Creative Commons BY-SA 4.0 International –
By Alice B. Clagett
Io lux et pax nobiscum.
Joy, light and peace be with us!
— Alice B. Clagett
“Dominus illuminatio mea et salus mea; quem timebo?”
The Lord is my Light and my salvation; whom shall I fear?
Filmed on 3 June 2026 and published on 27 June 2026
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Image: The Blue-Throated One,” adapted from Image by Anil sharma from Pixabay – Pixabay License … COMMENTS: The Devas and Asuras desired immortality. Their great longing stired up from the Cosmic Ocean a toxic sludge called Halahala. Seeing that their desire for immortality might cause Creation to dissolve, Lord Shiva drank the toxic sludge, which turned his throat blue. We Lightworkers also drink Halahala stirred up by Gods and Demons in the play of Lila. Our hope is that God will save Creation and transform the Darkness of Desire to the Light of the Desireless state through His Love for His creatures. If He so wills, we also will be born anew.
Image: The Blue-Throated One,” adapted from Image by Anil sharma from Pixabay – Pixabay License …
COMMENTS: The Devas and Asuras desired immortality. Their great longing stired up from the Cosmic Ocean a toxic sludge called Halahala. Seeing that their desire for immortality might cause Creation to dissolve, Lord Shiva drank the toxic sludge, which turned his throat blue.
We Lightworkers also drink Halahala stirred up by Gods and Demons in the play of Lila. Our hope is that God will save Creation and transform the Darkness of Desire to the Light of the Desireless state through His Love for His creatures. If He so wills, we also will be born anew.
This poem is fictional in all regards, including, but not limited to characters, events and figures of speech. The place name is also fictional, and the names of people are added for poetic effect, not having to do with anything about their fictional lives …
Drawing: “Astral Reptilian: Lizard Man 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 27 May 2021 CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com… Drawn after a sculpture for which I have no attribution.
Drawing: “Astral Reptilian: Lizard Man 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 27 May 2021 CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com… Drawn after a sculpture for which I have no attribution.
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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
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
Written and published on 11 February 2018; revised on 2 July 2026
Added poem to: Tiny Anthologies: Wild West Poems
Any stories or events described in this site are entirely fictional and the characters referred to are entirely fictional as well, except where a story or event is referred to in a patently factual context, or where a person is referred to by name in a patently factual context.
