THE BALANCE OF THE MYSTIC: SERVICE TO SELF AND SERVICE TO OTHERS
A CATASTROPHIC PERSONAL CHOICE: MYSTICAL UNION WITH ONE OF THE NON-CHRISTED STAR RACES (Black Magicker, Heart Vampire)
Mystics down through the ages have spoken of the Beloved with whom they feel Divine union. Whether these mystics be female or male, when they speak of the Beloved, they term themselves the ‘wife’ of That One. Why is that? That is because they feel themselves to be totally immersed in the Beingness of the Divine.
‘Heart Vampire’ is said to have caused the members of his group to levitate, and also to have levitated himself. There is, I feel, good reason not to be conceited about levitating, should one be so unfortunate as to do so, as will become apparent from the story below.
There is a man I nickname Heart Vampire. This was a spiritual teacher I encountered some years ago, and found out was apparently the head of a ‘killing cult’ or ‘death cult’. I gather from a book I read, and which I intuited might have been created by his cult, that this person thinks of himself as a cannibalistic reptoid from someplace other than Earth.
I was right away reminded of an image I saw online image recently of a very gnarly-looking bipedal demon, with a snarl on its face, standing facing forward. In front of the demon was a beautiful woman, in a sort of a trance. The demon had sunk the claws of its left hand into the left shoulder of the woman, and had lifted her off the ground. Here is the image, which I feel was rendered with very convincing dramatic flair …
I have my own story to tell about the demon I saw in the image, as it seems to me this demon might be kin to one that swooped in and overlit Heart Vampire, who was the national leader of a meditation group I attended for a few years. The events I am about to describe happened in the year 2013 or so. I admit I have delayed in telling this tale, as my life in general is just not like this. I could barely believe what happened back then, and it seems to me but a dream today. Nevertheless, from time to time I remember; it could be the memory will dissipate in the telling of the events that transpired on that fateful weekend.
These events took place in a span of three days, over a weekend. I recall I went to a meditation led by that teacher on the East Coast in October 2013. Many dark and sinister psychic phenomena occurred within a few days of each other. There were omens and forebodings and very bad dreams. My psychic ears were ‘pricked up’ and I was on the lookout 24-7 for trouble on both the psychic plane and the physical plane.
I was staying at a staid motel on the East Coast, where I had stayed before. It was a colonial sort of place … genteel, laid-back, and just a little gone to seed, but well kept up for all that. There was a fringe of forest out back; a creek meandered through it. Not a lot of traffic on the country roads that intersected there; in short, it was a quiet and well-appointed retreat.
The first thing that happened was this: I saw in the hallway just beside the door to my room a young Chinese woman standing. That struck me as odd; thinking back, I could not remember one guest at that motel, in the last few years, who had been other than Caucasian. This woman seemed to me like a University student; she had that well-bred, educated look. She was in her 20s, I guessed. Somehow, through some crook of the imagination, I sensed an aura of secrecy, something like secret agent, or CIA, or special operative. This hunch was mystifying, and it set me on edge. So when I left the room for the day’s adventures, I set a doorknob alarm on the inside knob of my motel room door.
That first day I visited a member of the meditation group at a home about an hour away. She was the woman I later nicknamed “Torturess,” a member from the Wild West portion of the group who had been visiting the East Coast for a month or so …
Link: “Compendium: Catastrophic Childhood Case Study: ‘Torturess’,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 4 March 2021; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-lR9 ..
Her husband was ‘Hunter-Snuffer’ …
Link: “Compendium: Catastrophic Childhood Case Study: ‘Hunter-Snuffer’,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 5 March 2021; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-lSo ..
At the time of my visit I had not an inkling of what was hidden within their subconscious minds; rather, what I felt was a vague uneasiness. Something was just not right, I felt. But what was that? What was going on?
‘Torturess’ was staying with an infant she said was her grandchild in a house on a quiet side street. The house had half a plywood sheet nailed over the entryway to the basement; she said her daughter and son-in-law were renovating that area.
The baby was asleep in a bassinet or crib in the living room. It was a chubby, pleasant-faced child; its face reminded me just a little of the Buddha, very serene. On the mantel over the fireplace across from the bassinet was a very evil looking Satan mask, maybe left over from Halloween. When I saw the mask, I felt a chill, and saw a vision of an invisible Satan’s mask drawn in ‘Dark Light’ upon the bedroom door of ‘Torturess’ at her house in the Wild West. I recalled that was a doorway I had never entered, and wondered what secrets were behind the door. And what secrets were in store for this infant that lay there so peacefully?
What with traffic and travelling a route unknown to me, whose roads were, to say the least, illogically laid out and poorly signed, I arrived late, and could visit for only an hour. We walked with the baby in a stroller a block or so, along the tree-lined, narrow street in front of the house. Then I left, hoping to get to the evening meditation on time.
The meditation that evening was being held at the house of the East Coast meditation leader, a woman I nicknamed “Three House Hostess.” I may have gotten some of the things described below mixed up with a prior meditation weekend at that house; at this distance in time it is hard to ascertain. At any rate, this is how I remember that night in October 2013 …
There were the usual East Coast meditators there, and also the woman I nicknamed ‘Alluring Calm’, who was my meditation leader from the West Coast, in addition to ‘Heart Vampire’ …
Link: “Compendium: Catastrophic Childhood Case Study: ‘Heart Vampire’,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 14 February 2021; revised… https://wp.me/p2Rkym-lzW ..
… and his wife ‘inanna’ (as I nicknamed her) from the Wild West …
Link: “Compendium: Catastrophic Childhood Case Study: ‘Inanna’,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 5 March 2021; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-lTa ..
Another of the East Coast meditation leaders … a very pretty woman I have not nicknamed … brought with her a man about her age, whom I had not seen before. I took him to be her boyfriend.
It was not possible to determine much about the people in the meditation group, as there was a rule of silence before and after the meditations. Aside from the teacher, no one could talk during the meditations unless they raised their hand and the meditation teacher nodded his head in their direction and assented. In almost every instance, input by students was short and sweet. Interspersed with the meditation were long talks by the teacher.
And so, I never got to know any of the people in the group in the usual, chit chat and small talk way. Other than that they were meditators, I knew nothing about them. I was left to surmise and psy to ‘fill in the gaps’, except a little bit with two of his students, a couple I nicknamed ‘Torturess’ and ‘Hunter-Snuffer’; those two invited me over in a polite, social way a few times. From their small talk then I got to know them a little; though small talk, I feel, is but the polite social veneer, not the ‘real McCoy’ of true friendship. Do you not feel that to be so? It was from that small talk that I began to become aware of deep and very unsettling undercurrents in the meditation group. I recall I could not put my finger on it; I began to get a very uneasy feeling. Something just did not fit right … something did not suit. It seemed things might be, in effect, just the opposite of what they appeared to be.
To get back to the October 2013 meditation: There was a man that ‘Heart Vampire’ introduced as his son at the meditation. This man looked a little like he felt out of place, as if he were not used to meditation. Nevertheless, he sat quietly throughout.
There were also several … maybe two … strange men dressed, I think, in suits. On the mighty slim evidence of the clothes they wore and their facial expressions, I took them to be IRS agents or secret service agents. That was just how the energy struck me that weekend … the energy seemed conspiratory. What with these strange, suited men and the young Chinese woman in my motel hallway, conspiracy theory seemed to be ‘in the air’.
I recall after the meditation that evening, as everyone exited to the back yard, one of the suited men hit on the prettiest young woman who had been at the meditation. Judging from the uneventful endings of other meditations I had attended, this seemed to me to be an outstanding faux pas. Such behavior had never occurred priorly. I recall she demurred. Nevertheless I was put in mind of those Secret Agent 007 movies I had seen, and this increased the air of mystery. What was up? Had this been an attempt to pump the young woman for information?
The meditation was held in a basement room of the home of ‘Three House Hostess’. It was a smallish room, jam-packed with chairs. There was a place for the teacher to sit on one side of the room. Then there were three rows of chairs facing the teacher’s seat, and other chairs all around.
The teacher came down the stairs from the ground floor. It looked like he was somehow blinded, and feeling his way along the wall, till he got to his chair. Then he looked (although it seemed sightlessly … maybe with his astral vision) around the room. He said to one person or the other: Please move and sit over here or there. He told me to sit over toward a side wall, nearer to “Alluring Calm,” as I recall, and farther from him. That was par for the course, as I intuitively knew he did not like me; maybe that he was a little afraid of me; that he did not want me to be too close to him. He would nearly never call on me in class if I raised my hand. Nor would he approve the songs I composed, in most cases. Nor would he respond to an email, though once I got him on the phone for a moment.
That, I recall very vividly, was a time when I was about to board an airplane out of Los Angeles, heading for the Wild West, and about 20 howling demons seemed to be in hot pursuit of me. I called in the Los Angeles Airport to ask what to do about the demons. I was surprised to get him on the phone. I recall he was very relaxed about it; I forget what he replied.
I remember these pretty pesky demons followed me onto the plane. After the plane took off, there I was, trapped with them. They could get out of the plane, but seemed disinclined to do so. I had to say in my seat. I recall they diverted themselves by zooming through my torso and head. At length I devised my physical form was unharmed, and determined to ignore those antics. That proved quite the right strategy.
As I recall, that had been the only time I got that teacher on the phone. Then from what transpired in October 2013, I gathered that phone call had been misguided … the result of my misconception of who and what ‘Heart Vampire’ really was about in this world. Or so it seemed to me.
To get back to the October 2013 meditation, I am going to telescope the events that occurred during three days of meditation into one telling. As you may have guessed, this is because I am at such a distance from the event now … in July 2021 … that I cannot tell the first day’s meditation from the others. What follows, then are highlights from the meditations that took place that weekend.
You may recall there was a pretty woman who brought her boyfriend, a stranger, to the meditation. She had on, as I recall, a short skirt, and she looked quite attractive that night. ‘Heart Vampire’ bade her sit on the floor in front of him. He was sitting on a chair facing her, so it must have seemed to her, as she sat on the floor, that he was looming or towering over her. He bade her spread her legs wide, and sing a love song to him. That she did, in a beautiful voice of longing for her beloved.
To be frank, I felt this to be out of place in a meditation room. I felt it was ill-mannered, and surely a slight to her boyfriend. I felt it might have been a display of one-upmanship, perhaps born of masculine insecurity or pique on the part of the teacher, and a strident display of the mind control ability he seemed to be exerting on everyone in the room, with the exception of ‘Alluring Calm’ and me.
What made us different, I wondered? Why were we able to resist his overwhelming psychic powers? Was it faith that made us different? Was faith in God such a powerful weapon against the Dark? As time wore on, I began to feel this must be so.
During the meditation that evening an extraordinary event occurred. The long-time meditators were in a deep meditative state. As usual, I had my telepathic ‘ears’ pricked, and listening for whatever astral intel might occur. I heard ‘Heart Vampire’, on the telepathic plane, summon a swarm of demons. I heard his psychic rebuke, sharply uttered and aimed my way: For your arrogance!
Then, with a flash and a flurry, ‘Heart Vampire’ thrust no less than thirteen demons into my energy field. What a shock! Why would he do such a thing? I was no less stunned to see him waft three demons into the aura of ‘Alluring Calm’, my Los Angeles meditation teacher. Then into the energy field of a pretty blonde woman sitting just in front of him he sent the one remaining demon. There we were, we three women, beset by demons; and I by far not the least of the three accursed by the man I had thought to be our national meditation teacher. Go figure!
Worse was yet to come. With a flurry of their black wings, the thirteen bad luck demons within my energy field rose fluttered upward towards the ceiling of the room. To my great consternation, I felt my body become lighter, and begin to rise from the seat of the chair. I was beginning to levitate!
This would never do. With all the strength of my will power I said: I will go back down to Earth and stay there! This levitation thing is not for me! Slowly but surely I became heavier and heavier, till I was my usual weight. And that weight settled with accustomed firmness back onto my chair. What a relief!
For those of you upon whom may be visited this concern not to levitate, I later wrote this chant to increase the power of gravity in our energy fields. It works much better than what I originally came up with, and gives me a light and happy feeling when I chant it. The chant is: Mother Earth loves me …
Link: “Mother Earth Loves Me: A Chant to Enhance the Force of Gravity,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 16 February 2019; published on 3 March 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-bRh ..
After the meditation I returned to my motel room. When I got there, I noticed the doorknob alarm on my motel room door was broken, and got the feeling the room had been looked through. That set me on edge.
That night, I connected on the astral plane with a man who was a psychic working for the military, who was wearing an Army-Navy-issued headgear that piped in sounds of rape and murder at night; this induced a vision of six to eight military men in a clearing, wearing civilian clothes or maybe camouflage gear for hunting. They were sitting in a circle, taking turns torturing a young woman lying in the middle of the circle. In a further elaboration of this vision, they killed the woman. Then one of them went to a small outhouse nearby and shot her two young children huddled there.
As if that were not enough by way of nightmares, I then had another vision, of several people meeting … I could not tell who they were. These people were meeting to decide whether to assume a franchise on psilocybin, via a Mexican cartel. One man asked how risky it might be, and seemed reassured by the answer. Who were these people? Was not psilocybin a hallucinogenic drug? Could it be that I had been drugged during the day without my knowledge? Could that account for these awful nightmares?
That Saturday morning, I recall I woke up pretty rattled. I went over to the home of ‘Three House Hostess’, looking for ‘Heart Vampire’ … whom at that time I had inaccurately pegged to be a ‘good guy’. Little did I know.
‘Heart Vampire’ was not there, or was not available, but ‘Three House Hostess’ greeted me kindly. I explained I was feeling off balance. I recall she said: How can things have come to this? (or words to that effect). She gave me a picture of the Virgin Mary, and a rosary blessed by a saint, and a plastic statue of the Virgin Mary. These reassured me, and reminded me of my Christian faith, and helped me return to my normal state of mind.
Well to get on with it, the weekend meditation ended, and I made it safely out of there, and signed out of the motel, and drove back to the airport. And then on the return flight some more weird things happened … enough so to make me wonder why I even bother to travel by plane. I felt I must be getting jet lag, or altitude discombobulation … something like that. Why not take the train henceforth? I still feel this might be a nice way to travel.
I got on the plane, and was belted into my seat. As we became airborne, I began to have a conspiracy theory notion that the not-so-tall, redhaired man in the seat beside me and the taller man just across the aisle, and the perky stewardess walking down the aisle were hoping to mind control me and find out this or that. I had no idea what, as all this seemed pretty far-fetched. Well, I thought, a la Dale Carnegie …
Citation: “How to Stop Worrying and Start Living,” a book by Dale Carnegie, October 1998, Simon and Schuster.
… What is the worst that can happen? Could be the stewardess’ drinking water might have a truth drug in it, but then I had brought along my own water to drink. So that was not a worry. Might be I would nap while in flight, and my brain might be picked by the redhaired man, but then, what secrets were in it, anyway, that were worth stealing? None that I could think of. Maybe the redhaired man could induce a psychic heart attack as I slept? That was a concern, but no prior such attempts undertaken on the astral plane had succeeded; likely they would not succeed that day as well. And with that, I settled in for a nap.
Why have I delayed so long in describing the events of that weekend? To be truthful, they just do not fit my world view. I guess when children are born to a Christian family, and raised up in a Christian faith, their outlook on life is basically optimistic. The emphasis of their lives is on God’s guidance of our lives, on Christ consciousness, on the loving heart of Mother Mary, and on the uplifting power of grace conveyed through the Holy Spirit, which is sometimes termed the Paraclete.
It seems to me that grief over a mother’s death can temporarily weaken our faith, leading to attempted inroads by those beings the Christian faith terms demons. When I saw the image of Kau’T (see above) yesterday, I all of a sudden realized that it represented very starkly the energy behind ‘Heart Vampire’, the man I had thought back then was a meditation teacher. I realized he must have been ‘overlit’ by a non-Christed star being, perhaps a Reptilian Star Being. Perhaps, I gleaned, ‘Heart Vampire’ was a ‘reptoid’, a reptilian-human hybrid. That might have accounted for his penchant for mind controlling his followers, for his gustatory leaning toward cannibalism, his daydreams of emasculating men, for the visions I had of demons during that time, and so on. In point of fact, I had been completely mistaken about him.
In love, light and joy,
I Am of the Stars
See also … Link: “Hobnobbing with Demons and Devils – Oh, My!” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 23 October 2013; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7ix ..
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Written and published on 7 June 2021
This blog has been added to an earlier blog.
Activation of Light
There is a conspiracy theory that the ‘near miss’ Killer X-flare of September 2017 actually did wipe out Earth, and that a crew of Star Beings is attempting to rehabilitate our Souls so that we can continue onward with our Soul journey mentally healthy. Every once in awhile I run across this conspiracy theory as a mental filter in the mind of a person who is sending me thought forms through telepathy.
Here is my take on that mental filter: First of all, it is just that … a thought form created, in this case, by Reptilian Star Beings, that is intended to hobble and cripple the emotional bodies of human beings, so they may be enslaved.
As of June 2021, I have sorted through the issue of people I previously termed ‘Reptilians’ or antisocial personalities.
I will be speaking, in future, of human ‘Reptoids’ and ‘Dracoids’ overlit by ‘Reptilian Star Beings’ and ‘Draconian Star Beings’. I feel that human ‘Reptoids’ and ‘Dracoids’ are third dimensional human beings termed ‘antisocial personalities’ by psychologists and psychiatrists.
The Star Beings are noncorporeal beings that are fourth dimensional or higher. There are Dark Lords … such as the Reptilian Star Races and the Draconian Star Races. These are sometimes termed in the esoteric literature ‘Brothers [and Sisters] of Darkness’.
And there are Star Beings of love, Light and joy such as the Blue Avian Star Beings of Sirius, the Arcturian healers, the Women of Lyra. These are sometimes termed in the esoteric literature ‘Brothers [and Sisters] of Light’.
I will be changing the blog categories to reflect this new understanding of human beings and their overlighting star brothers and sisters.
Reptilian Star Beings, Blue Avian Star Beings, Arcturians, Lyrans, Siriuns, star beings, reptoids, dracoids, Draconian Star Beings, star brothers and sisters, Brothers of Darkness, Brothers of Light, psychology, psychiatry, antisocial personalities,
Words from Ra to Tame a Hostile Alien Entity: Soundtrack and Words
Here is a talk on Reptilians and Dracs and how to tame them using words from Ra. There is also a discussion on using the words from Ra for a change in social outlook for the human hybrids known as Reptoids and Dracs in esoteric circles; as antisocial personalities in the realms of psychology and psychiatry; and as criminals in law enforcement.
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice. I Am of the Stars.
I have some words that you can say, to tame a hostile alien entity. These words are feline or leonine in origin. They have to do with the Hathor Lineage, the Sekhmet quality of the Hathor lineage. That lineage pertains to Ra … not the ‘Ra’ of the entertainment world, but the real Ra of Venus, and to the Siriun heritage there.
Here on Earth we have, in addition to the blessed influence of beings of love and Light such as the Hathors, hostile alien beings … maybe Reptoid, maybe what they call Reptilian, maybe Drac and what you might call Dracoid. I use that ‘-oid’ as a way of saying that the mental filters of some human beings are set in such a way that their values and behavior are more similar to the star races known as Reptilians and Dracs, especially Great White Dracs.
So those mental filters for the ‘-oids’ … the Reptoids and the Dracoids … can be lifted and dissolved through sacred song. They are not a feature of a person’s physiology; they are a mental filter. So there is hope for all the people known by that name on the internet … all the people who seek power and so forth. There is hope, as well, for antisocial personalities and bigtime criminals who would like to try out a more ‘norming and conforming’ pattern of social behavior.
It is very easy to fix the mind filters … the mental filters … that have been placed there by Reptilians or Dracs.
This set of words … this way of speaking … is to tame the ‘real McCoy’, the Reptilian or the Drac … the real alien being, which is not in corporeal form.
I tested it on my domestic cat, and that is how I know that it works. She was kind of ‘alien’ priorly. After I started using these words, something happened inside her. It is as if a ‘switch’ turned on, and whatever overlights her being likes it too. So we are turning into pretty good friends now; better friends than before.
Ok, now, here goes …
Words from Ra to Tame a Hostile Alien Entity
Soundtrack and Words
Channeled by Alice B. Clagett 2 June 2021
A leee lu la.
2. CONVERSATION WITH JUPITERIAN SUBTERRANEAN BEINGS AND WITH MY MARTIAN BACTERIAL COLONISTS
3. Sidebar: The Reproductive Organs of the Jupiterians
4. Sidebar: The Vast Underground Cities of the Jupiterians
5. JUPITERIAN FUNGAL COLONISTS OF THE HUMAN INTEGUMENT DO NOT SPEAK TELEPATHICALLY WITH MARTIAN BACTERIAL COLONISTS OF THE HUMAN COLON BECAUSE THEY COMPETE FOR FOOD IN THE SAME ‘SPACE STATION’
6. THE LYRAN CONNECTION WITH JUPITER
7. Sidebar: Lion People of Lyra and the Lyran Collective of Star Beings; Sekhmet Lion Beings of Venus and the Ra Group of Star Beings
Stories by Alice: My Sekhmet and Hathor Lineage
8. THE SONG OF THE LEONIDS IN RELATION TO THE SOUND OF JUPITER AND THE SONGS OF THE WOMEN OF LYRA
9. MARTIAN VIEW OF THEIR ‘SPACE STATIONS’ [THAT IS, US HUMAN BEINGS] AS A MATRILINEAL-LINE ‘CLONE BODY’ OF A HUMAN PERSON
10. MARTIAN BACTERIAL COLONISTS TELL A STORY ABOUT A MARTIAN WAR 200 YEARS AGO
11. ARE OUR HUMAN BODIES ‘OWNED’ BY POWERFUL, NONCORPOREAL TELEPATHS, FOR INSTANCE, MEMBERS OF THE REPTILIAN STAR RACES?
12. SIdebar: Parietal Eye: A Star Gift to Reptiles, Amphibians and Fish from Reptilian Star Beings That Overlight Them?
13. THE DRIVE TO TERRITORIAL AGGRESSION AMONGST MARTIANS AND ANOTHER AS-YET-UNIDENTIFIED NONCORPOREAL RACE OF BEINGS (PERHAPS REPTILIAN STAR BEINGS)
14. SEVENTH AND EIGHTH DIMENSIONAL AWARENESS: ARISEN HUMANS, BEINGS OF LOVE AND LIGHT, REPTILIANS, JUPITERIANS, AND MARTIANS?
15. Sidebar: As ‘Proto-Sapiens’, the Jupiterians Might Have Heard Early Earth Being Born
16. Sidebar: Music That Represents the World View of the Jupiterian Subterranean Beings
17. JUPITERIANS SET UP A BARRIER TO MY TELEPATHIC COMMUNICATION WITH THEM
This is a first contact channeling and commentary to do with Jupiterian Subterranean Beings – beings from the planet Jupiter – who have colonized Earth. The conversation I had with them was amongst those, some of the Martian Bacterial Colonists of Earth, a possible Reptilian with flight capability, and me. Other Star Races are features in the blog as well.