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The Man with the Serrated Scimitar . a story by Alice B. Clagett

Happened on 13 June 2019; published on 4 October 2019

Dear Ones,

On 13 June 2019 I parked my car at the trailhead at the end of Decker School Road in northwestern Leo Carrillo State Park in the Santa Monica Mountains, California, and began a walk along Nicholas Flat Trail, which leads to Nicholas Pond and then down to the Pacific Ocean, had one a yen to walk that far. The thing I remember most vividly about that walk was this …

I parked my car at the trailhead and began walking along the trailhead. There was a gentle rise to my left, and a gentle descent into a dry streambed to my right. It looked to me as if the terrain had been burned over during the great Woolsey Fire that began in early November 2018, and burned about 100,000 acres of land in the Santa Monica Mountains …

Link: “2018 Woolsey Fire,” at National Park Service … https://www.nps.gov/samo/learn/management/2018-woolsey-fire.htm ..

I heard two men conversing from down the trail in the southerly direction I was heading; from the sound of their voices, they were heading toward me.

I was carrying my camcorder and dawdling along the trail as I took photos of the landscape and plants along the way.

Pretty soon I saw two young men, maybe in their late 20s or early 30s, coming toward me along the trail. They were strangers to me, walking side by side, and taking up the width of the narrow trail. One was a little taller, maybe nearly 6 feet tall, spare and lean. The other was maybe three inches shorter and a little more muscular; he was an athletic weight for his age.

The shorter man, who approached along the left edge of the trail, was carrying in his right hand a curved scimitar that looked about like this 25 inch stainless steel blade …

Image: “Personalized Scimitar Swords Set with Custom Engraved Text” … https://i.etsystatic.com/16516687/r/il/d98d5f/1885968716/il_794xN.1885968716_efu2.jpg ..

… except that, as I recall with puzzlement, part of the top edge of the scimitar was serrated.

I stepped to the left-hand side of the trail, which was higher and, I felt, more defensible. From that slightly higher elevation I faced the trail. In my left hand was my camcorder.

The man with the scimitar sized me up as he approached, swinging his two-foot steel blade lazily back and forth as he walked. Then his glance fell upon my camcorder, and his energy field contracted slightly.

He said to me: Is that a camera?

I said: Yes.

As the two men drew abreast of me, the hairs of my left leg, which was a foot beyond the left side of the trail, sensed a change in the breeze as the scimitar swung past my lower body. Then the men walked by.

As I waited, I heard them reach their car. Then two car doors slammed. As I looked up, their cars drove back up Decker School Road.

As I began walking farther along the trail, a vision came to me on the astral plane which seemed to me to be the daydream of the scimitar-carrying man. In the dream, the two men were walking together in the southerly direction I had been heading.

They came to terrain that was flatter and more open. A young man was there, standing all alone; it seemed to me he importuned them sexually. In the dream, the man with the scimitar gathered his strength and will to slay the stranger. Then suddenly, the vision vanished.

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Aside from this encounter with the two men, it was a very pleasant outing. I was pleased to find hundreds of tiny California toads hopping through the wetlands around Nicholas Pond. This is indeed a rare sight in Southern California, most likely occasioned, I thought, by the greater than average rainfall last winter.

The pond, too, was more full of water than I had ever seen it before, in my many years of wandering the Santa Monica Mountains.

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

FOR MORE INFORMATION

Here are photos from the hike on the day described in the story … Link: “Nicholas Flat Trail,” photos by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 13 June 2019; published on 3 October 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-env ..

Many of these photos are featured in this video … Link: “Nicholas Flat Trail and the Music of Chris Zabriskie,” compiled by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 13 June 2019; published on 3 October 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-eno ..

Link: “Trail of the Month ~~ May 2013: Nicholas Flat” … https://smmtc.org/trailofthemonth/trail_of_the_month_201305_Nicholas_Flat.php ..

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The Ghouls of Sere Vale . a story by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 29 September 2019

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Dear Ones,

Here is a spooky tale for you. 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.

Do I have a spooky story for you!

I just went down a long grade on a poorly paved hill with a lot of issues for a Honda to negotiate … a mile or so down … and at the bottom of the mountain was a rough campground. It was a dead end next to a stand of trees and a tiny, very shallow brook. There were no people there.

I got a spooky feeling immediately. I hardly wanted to get out of the car, even so much as to look at the brook. I did get out, but first I positioned my car so that it was heading back in the direction up the hill, next to the road … such as it was … that went up the hill.

As I got out of my car, lo and behold, there drove down to the turnaround that I was facing a man who looked like Clint Eastwood; without a mustache, without a hat, but definitely that piercing-eyed, Clint Eastwood, spare look.

Next to him in the car was a lady who was looking in the other direction, as if she were emotionally distant. She was about his age, maybe his wife or girlfriend, I guess. She was very pretty, and muscular in the way that people who live outdoors on ranches are.

So I thought, gosh, maybe these two are ranchers or farmers; something like that. But I had a presentiment; I thought: Maybe I had better skedaddle back up the hill right away. So the minute I saw them I got in the car. Just as they were stopping in the roundabout, I was heading back up the hill, such as it was … the ill-paved hill … as fast as I could, considering my Honda.

While I was going up the hill I was talking to them on the psychic plane.

The man said: I guess she knows what happened here last night.

I thought: What is that about … that big, black trash bag propped up against the post next to the roundabout? Are there bodies in the bag? What’s up? My emotions were running wild; I could not figure it out.

Then I said to the lady, on the psychic plane: Say, what does he mean by that?

She said: We tied ‘em up, and we conked ‘em out.

I said, on the astral plane: Where’d you take them?

She said: We took them to the manure heap in the back of our place.

As I was heading up the hill I heard a friend of the man pitch in and say: Did we lose anything there?

And the man at the bottom of the hill said: No, I don’t think that’s worth looking into.

I thought: Oh my gosh, what should I do? So in that county where that is, in my mind I called to the sheriff. I said: Say, you know what’s happening over there …

He said: Yeah, we got an idea what’s going on.

Then I said: I spect it’s those types of folks that hires a sheriff in this county?

He said: Yeah, it’s up to them.

Spooky! Then the man at the bottom of the hill said: Well you know, we ain’t got enough water for the cattle out here to last all the year round, so we got to do something to make ends meet.

I got on the main road, and was just riding along, hoping there were no tacks strewn round on that bad road that went down the mountain; hoping I was not going to get a flat before I got back to welcome civilization … that being the next small town along the way.

I heard the woman’s voice talking to the man. It went like this: I just don’t like that look in their eyes … that pleading look in their eyes.

The man said: Last night the fellow died like a man. He looked me straight in the eye and he said ‘Go ahead and do it!’

The other night I was listening to a gentleman on the psychic plane. He sounded a little like the Dalai Lama; like a person who offers sage, peaceful advice. He said: If anybody confesses to a horrible crime on the astral plane, just say to them ‘I understand’. Then they will leave you alone, and go off someplace.

I have been trying that ever since. I have to say, my success rate is pretty impressive. So I thought, with this couple with whom I was just talking it might be a good thing to use as well, because then the gentleman at the bottom of the hill said, on the astral plane: I wonder if we have to worry about rounding up this one …

I said: I understand …

And he said: No, I guess that’s no worth worrying about.

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

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Sunday Morning 5 am in LA . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed and published on Sunday, 15 September 2019, 5 am

Dear Ones,

Here is what is cooking in LA at 5 am on a Sunday morning …

Link: “Sunday Morning 5 am in LA,” by Alice B. Clagett, 15 September 2019 … https://youtu.be/r4EMnv-52eU ..

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

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Pioneer Ranch Ghost Stories: A Series . channeled by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 7 August 2019; published on 11 September 2019

  • INTRODUCTION
    • Thoughts on Flies, Death, and Subconscious Symbolism
  • PIONEER RANCH GHOST STORY 1, Channeled by Alice B. Clagett, with the Music of Chris Zabriskie
  • PIONEER RANCH GHOST STORY 2, Channeled by Alice B. Clagett
  • PIONEER RANCH GHOST STORY 3, Channeled by Alice B. Clagett
  • PIONEER RANCH GHOST STORY 4, Channeled by Alice B. Clagett
  • PIONEER RANCH GHOST STORY 5 – A BLESSING, Channeled by Alice B. Clagett, with the Music of Chris Zabriskie

INTRODUCTION

Dear Ones,

Here are pioneer ghost stories I channeled on 7 August 2019. I think they are imaginary; however, they do go to show that ghosts may ‘haunt’ a place because of some awful experience they may have had while living.

It is almost as if the ghosts are hoping for forgiveness, or maybe hoping for the grace to find peaceful rest in the afterlife, even though things might have gone terribly wrong in their earthly life (as seems to have been the case in these stories).

Thoughts on Flies, Death, and Subconscious Symbolism

I had a further thought about the channelings that day: I wondered if, by chance, the flies buzzing around in that forest, and bothering me, might have somehow brought in sad ghost stories. Could it be that flies might be thought by the subconscious mind to buzz round carcasses, and so might symbolize death in a subconscious context. It that were so, then that might explain these very sad channelings …

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PIONEER RANCH GHOST STORY 1
Channeled, imaged, and compiled by Alice B. Clagett, CC  BY-SA 4.0
Music: “Prelude No. 21,” from the album “Preludes” by Chris Zabriskie, CC BY 4.0

An edited Summary follows the video.

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

When I first started down this way [shows deserted asphalt road through woods] and before I had quite gotten to the woods, on the astral plane I heard some young children say: Better not come down this way!

I said: Why is that?

And they said: ‘Cause we are up to no good.

I said: How old are you?

One young boy said: Five.

Then I heard a man’s voice say: You kids come away from there. Leave that person alone. 

When I got down there, I did not see any children. I guess maybe they were ghosts.

Images from the video are here … Link: Santa Monica Mountains 1, photos by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 7 August 2019; published on 10 October 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-erm ..

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PIONEER RANCH GHOST STORY 2
Channeled and compiled by Alice B. Clagett, CC BY-SA 4.0

An edited Summary follows the video.

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

I was over here near the water containers that are right there [shows water containers] and I came across these trees that were by the road, and encircled by an old-fashioned kind of wire fence [shows trees and wire fence] … before my time, in fact.

Since I am always contacting the ghosts of the early pioneers and settlers out here, I asked why this space was enclosed. A man’s voice said that his wife was buried there.

I asked him if he is passed on too, and he said he was also passed on; they were both passed on now. He put that wire there to protect his wife’s grave.

I asked him why there was no tombstone there. He said the neighbor boys carried it off.

Then up this way (but you cannot see it) … up behind this fence over here [shows fence that is up the hill a little ways] there is a reservoir. While I was standing on just the other side of that reservoir, between the new water tanks [shows water tanks] … There are some old water tanks behind them that are not hooked up [shows old water tanks].

Then there was a fireplace [shows fireplace]. And next to that was this water reservoir [shows reservoir].

While I was standing between the fireplace and the reservoir I heard that same man’s voice on the astral plane. He said: Technically, you are on private property now. 

When I came down this way [shows wire fence around trees], I was chatting with him about his wife’s grave. He says when he was 49 years of age his wife passed away. I am very sorry to hear that. His wife, he said on the astral plane, was 45.

I asked him about the private land … why it was technically private land. He said that is because he rented the land from somebody else. And just because he didn’t do that ‘revenooer’ thing didn’t mean that it was not his land for as long as he used it. Now you know!

I was speaking with the gentleman in question, and asking him why it was those neighbor boys would steal that tombstone. He mentioned something about a range war going on. But for the life of him, he said on the astral plane, he could not figure why they had stolen that tombstone.

I said: Well, what did they do with it?

He said: They knocked it on a rock and broke it up, but he somehow or other got even with them. 

He said that he never got over the death of his wife. He is not too sure when it was that he passed on.

Then I said: How did your wife die? What did she die of? Was it bad water? Was it tuberculosis?

And she came in, and she said: We got into a fight, and I knocked him on the floor. And he got up and konked me out.

I guess that is how it must have happened. It must have been not on purpose … just in the heat of anger, I think. Too bad, huh? Too bad.

[The photos with this video are not displayed in a separate link.]

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PIONEER RANCH GHOST STORY 3
Channeled and compiled by Alice B. Clagett, CC BY-SA 4.0

An edited Summary follows the video.

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Well, this is turning out to be kind of an intriguing story. I was talking to the ghost of a pioneer man just a little bit now. He said he did not want anybody to find out about how his wife passed on. And I said: Well, if you don’t want me to tell anybody I won’t.

He said: I’d rather you didn’t; my children might find out.

So I asked around; I said: Are his children still alive, or are they dead?

Off in the distance, a woman’s voice said: His children are all dead. 

So I asked him; I said: How many children did y’all have?

He said: We had five children.

And I said: My goodness! Five children!

So I asked around; I said: Are there any children of his children still alive?

Off in the distance, I heard the woman’s voice say: No, there are no kin of his alive today. 

The man turned to his guardian angel (which is always a good thing) and he said: I wonder why there are no kin of mine alive.

The guardian angel said: When you do that ‘rotterdammer’ thing, it’s always hard on the kin.

Well I thought about it, and I wondered if it is all right to tell that story. I guess, since his kin have passed on,and since I really do not know his name … or even whether these ghost lived where I was walking or maybe elsewhere … it might be ok.

It also might help out other families to avoid domestic violence for the sake of their children and their children’s children. Domestic violence seems to cast a grey shadow upon the family line. Best to find a way to mediate difficulties, and to work things out in a constructive way.

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PIONEER RANCH GHOST STORY 4
Channeled and compiled by Alice B. Clagett, CC BY-SA 4.0

An edited Summary follows the video.

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

I was over here in this little clearing under a tree [shows clearing] where I have been before; where I spoke with the faeries before … sitting on the same stump I sat on before … and I heard the ghost of the pioneer man say he just found out now that when his children were 10 years old he killed them with the hatchet.

And I said: Well, why’d you do that?

He said: They didn’t work that hard anyway. 

I said: But they could have gone away then, and worked out on their own. 

And he said: That’s just what I did. 

So I said: They couldn’t have all been 10 years of age at the same time; they must have been 10 years of age one by one. Did you wait till they were 10?

I did not hear him say anything about that. He just went away. I do not know …

Well I hung out with this for a minute or two because, to tell the truth, I was a little upset about it. I heard his wife say: No, he did not kill all the children like that. Only one met his death like that.

That cheered me up a little bit; that would be four children still alive …

I just talked to the woman a little more … it might be a different woman. She said: We both came from the same family. Our father did not do that kind of thing. But there were a crop failure, and that’s why that happened. [long pause while listening, on the astral plane] …

Ok, she says: He got really upset about the crop failure, took a hatchet to the fifth one, and that was that. 

Well I hope this is the last of that; I heard the lady’s voice say: The sheriff said he went out of his mind; that cellophane thought was one his mind. We went round and round on that one.

[Cellophane was invented in 1908; so this astral comment may be a pass through or flow in from a subsequent astral source.]

I heard the son who passed on say right now in a young person voice: I were going through puberty; that were all that were going on. My mom tried to tell me to tone it down. 

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PIONEER RANCH GHOST STORY 5 – A BLESSING
Channeled, imaged and compiled by Alice B. Clagett, CC BY-SA 4.0
Music: “Prelude No. 2” from the album “Preludes” by Chris Zabriskie, CC BY 4.0

An edited Summary follows the video.

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

[This video show sunlight in the forest, along with some nature photos. The channelings that day were such sad stories that I felt it might be best to add a musical collaboration as the final video.]

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

The photos from this last video are here … Link: “Santa Monica Mountains 2,” photos by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 7 August 2019; published on 11 September 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-eaY ..

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Nature Spirits: Dude of the Mirror . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 28 July 2019; published on 9 September 2019

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Dear Ones,

A story about a nature spirit … maybe an imp … that likes to look out of a mirror at a person. There is a Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

I was just standing by the mirror, and all of a sudden I had the feeling that the mirror was watching me. I get this feeling quite frequently.

And then I heard a voice say: That’s the dude of the mirror there!

So I said: Dude! Dude of the mirror! Would you turn away?

And I heard the dude of the mirror say: Sure!

… And it turned away!

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

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Notice about updated blog . by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 31 August 2019

Dear Ones,

I have added soundtracks in various voices to this blog …

Link: “Incarnational Memories,” by Alice B. Clagett, compiled from prior blogs on 10 February 2019; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-bCE ..

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

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A Ghost Story: Rose of Rose Valley . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 28 August 2019; published on 29 August 2019

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
    • Photos by Alice

Dear Ones,

Here is a sad ghost story for you …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

Here I am in Rose Valley. And I was listening to another ghost story while I was walking … a sad ghost story. And it goes like this …

There was a lady named Rose. Her mother was pretty ill, and she was helping take care of her mother during her final illness. She found out one Christmas that her sisters and her uncle had removed a seventh of the money from her father’s trust fund that was destined to go to her and to her sisters and brother. They removed it that December, and she wondered what to do.

So she talked to the lawyers, and the lawyers said: Just ask them to give the money back. About that time was time for her to return to her own home, out here in Rose Valley, and do the work she had to do at home. And while she was there, her mother became very ill. And so she sent back, as soon as she could, to her mother’s house, and arrived just in time, because her mother passed on that very day. That was the lucky thing. She loved her mother so much!

Then after the funeral, she brought up the issue of the missing money to her sisters. She said it would be best to put it back, before an accounting was made, so that everything could be legal. And her sisters became very angry.

But when the accounting was made, and the family got together, they handed the money back to the father’s trust account. And then came the time when a voting had to occur on the family business. But because of the removal of the money, Rose felt she could not support the family business; and by her veto, the family business was disbanded. And that made her sisters and their spouses very, very angry.

Still, over the years, she thought there might come a time when they would be a family again.

One time at Thanksgiving, one of her sisters invited her to join the family for Thanksgiving dinner, which involved going quite some way from Rose Valley, I understand, and going to that sister’s area. And there she stayed with her uncle, because her sisters had not agreed to let her stay with them.

Her uncle had a little money, and he was an unmarried man. While she was there, he mentioned that he had disinherited her. He didn’t give a reason; he just said that.

The next day was Thanksgiving, so she went over to her sister’s place, with her uncle. And all of the sisters and brothers and husbands and wives and children were there. There was a lively conversation at the table, but she was not included in it.

The food was very good, very good indeed. And everyone had their own goblet of water, too, beside their plate. At the end of the dinner, people were talking and laughing and having a good time together, and ignoring her … I think ‘social snub’ they call it.

She lifted up the glass of water by her plate, getting ready to drink some. And suddenly, all the conversation at the table stopped. Everyone took a deep breath in … and held their breath! So she looked at the water in her hand, and she waited a minute. No one breathed. No one started talking.

So she took the water out to the kitchen and poured it out.

A day or so later the family was to meet at her uncle’s place, and she was going to have dinner for them. It was snowing. She got the dinner ready. And an hour before the dinner, her sister called and said that they decided not to come after all.

The next day she needed to go back home. So she left for home again, which was quite at some distance. And she called her uncle up, on the way, and asked him how he liked the dinner she had prepared. And he said: To tell the truth, he had thrown it out.

Some years went by. Rose wondered if … if there might have been poison in that glass of water … and if there might, why might it have been there? What might have been the cause for that? And she thought: People who would poison … poison a sister … must be used to killing. They must have done it before.

And the horrible thought came to her, that her mother, that she loved so much, might have been killed by her sisters and her uncle so that they could get her money. Worse yet, she wondered: Would that same fate befall her, one day?

And so she lived her life here in this beautiful valley … pretty much a loner … happy with the birds and the flowers and the wild animals … glad that the Sun rejoiced in her presence, as she rejoiced in its.

And that is the story of Rose and Rose Valley, to the end of her days on Earth.

Photos by Alice

Image: “On the Way to Rose Valley, California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “On the Way to Rose Valley, California,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Rose Valley, California 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Rose Valley, California 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Rose Valley, California 2: Blue Damselfly,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Rose Valley, California 2: Blue Damselfly,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Rose Valley, California 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Rose Valley, California 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 28 August 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0

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

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