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Alice’s Perilous Tales: Murder in the Wild West . by Alice B. Clagett *

Written and published on 8 August 2020; removed from online, then republished on 7 July 2021
Names have been removed, in case I should be mistaken about that ‘crime and punishment’ 

Image: “Screenshot from The Great Train Robbery (1903),” by Edwin S. Porter, 1 December 1903, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Great_train_robbery_still.jpg … public domain

Image: “Screenshot from The Great Train Robbery (1903),” by Edwin S. Porter, 1 December 1903, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Great_train_robbery_still.jpg … public domain

  • MURDER, METHINKS!
    • Sidebar: Wild West Shakedown Attempt: The Long and the Short of It
  • ‘REUBEN FROST’ SYNDICATE STOCK LAUNDERING SCHEME NARROWLY AVERTED
  • TOUR OF THE SOUTHWEST AND RETURN TO LOS ANGELES
  • ‘CROSSING SWORDS’ WITH THE MOB IN LOS ANGELES
  • MORE INFORMATION

Dear Ones,

MURDER, METHINKS!

In September 2019 I wrote a poem called “Ice” …

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

The occasion was what I intuited to be a ‘deep freeze’ and ‘slam down’ attempt on my life and property. That confidence game is described here …

Link: “Confidence Games: The ‘Deep Freeze’ and the ‘Slam Down’,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 28 January 2020; published on 4 August 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-jqB ..

‘REUBEN FROST’ SYNDICATE STOCK LAUNDERING SCHEME NARROWLY AVERTED

Just afterward, on the psychic plane I logged onto a ‘Reuben Frost’ stock laundering scheme in which a number of shady stock brokers nationwide apparently used the name of one broker, since apparently retired, in New York State. [‘Reuben Frost’ is the name of a fictional book series along the theme of stock brokers who murder their clients and subsume their assets..]

The hunch I logged onto was that these bogus stock brokers, using the name of a retired broker still listed with one of the most prestigious stock brokers in America, were in cahoots with the ‘Slam Down’ con artists, and would transfer the murdered person’s assets out of their brokerage account as soon as the deed was done.

For all I knew, it could be that the con artists themselves posed as the stock broker, and might sweep the account into their own at the moment of the murder.

This seemed on the far fringe of the possible to me, but just in case, it seemed right to move what meagre holdings I had to another stock brokerage right away. I felt all the more urgency about this because I realized I had gotten the referral to my stock broker from a West Los Angeles friend of the three people I felt had been involved in the ‘slam down’ attempt.

On delving around I found that the name of the series’ author Haughton Murphy might have been a pen name for my own stock broker, who was at that time (though it looks like he is no longer) with a prestigious brokerage in the state of New York. As I recall from an online search, that broker may also have been a lawyer who was at that time certified in New York and California; at least, there was a lawyer by the same name.

I gathered my stock broker, being of an advanced aged, might have been subbing out his work to another, younger man with the same first and last name and with a different middle initial and phone number. From the records, I gathered that man had done unauthorized trading on my account, and also sold me some Puerto Rico bonds that tanked. At the time I purchased the bonds, he told me emphatically they were safe and said they were backed by the research reports of his prestigious brokerage.

I had a hunch the West Los Angeles woman who recommended this questionable stock broker to me might be a ‘maker’ of patsies for the West Los Angeles mob. I use the word ‘maker’ in the sense that she might have been ‘making’ the mob’s ‘marks’ or potential victims.

FLIGHT FROM THE WILD WEST

The putative ‘slam down’ attempt on my life and property took place in the Wild West in the autumn of 2015. The boldfaced nature of this hair-raising attempt on my life by three people who at the time were residents of that Wild West town left me no choice but to flee for my life. I had a hunch that several mean-eyed men might have been ‘hot on my tail’. That is the notion I had at the time, though facts be mighty few.

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Sidebar: Wild West Shakedown Attempt: The Long and the Short of It

That no violence to my person took place in the Wild West had its good and bad side. The good is that I was not murdered. Through intuition I was ‘one step ahead’ and slipped away just in the nick of time.

The bad is that, for the same reason, I have no proof of a murder attempt that seemed to me might have been long and craftily planned by folks well schooled in that heinous art. Without proof, how can I find legal solace? How can I return to that lovely town? I feel in my heart a well-laid plan has for years been set in place in the event of my return, and would unfold the minute I set foot there.

For the good of the people of the Wild West, there might, in a way, be recourse. I have a hunch that murder of woman tourists may be occurring in towns of the Wild West every year, just after the autumn deer hunting season closes.

If the hunch pans out, it might be possible for law enforcement in the Wild West to discover and apprehend the perpetrators when the next murder occurs. That would make the news, and it would make a town safer for tourists, and improve the income brought in through the tourist trade.

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TOUR OF THE SOUTHWEST AND RETURN TO LOS ANGELES

What happened next was the Tour of the Southwest described here …

Link: “Compendium: Tour of the Southwest during January 2016 ,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 19 May 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-ie1 ..

Then after that was the break-in to my house in Los Angeles, because of which I aborted the tour and returned to Los Angeles. After that were the break-in to my car trunk while I was hiking and the theft of my spare keys from my Los Angeles storage shed (and their replacement several days later).

As you can imagine, strangers must have been walking into my home when I went to the grocery store during the year 2016. Things would disappear from my home, with no sign of forced entry, while I was out.

When I told the Los Angeles police about the break-ins and the disappearing items in my home, they called the thefts the ‘perfect crime’. They explained ‘the mob’ works like that. That meant I had to make my home as secure as possible, and that I had to watch out for myself wherever I went, for about four years, out of concern for strong-arm interlopers.

‘CROSSING SWORDS’ WITH THE MOB IN LOS ANGELES

Through dint of long effort, I was able to make my home, my post office box, and my person more secure. I could not get my car key replace, and odd things were happening to my car during my senior fitness classes at 24-Hour Fitness in Fallbrook Mall: I would get in the car after class and the car would not start.

That happened again and again; I began to think someone might have got hold of a spare key from the set of keys that had been lifted, and might be opening my car door while I was in class, and that might somehow be the cause of the ignition failure. That was all my mechanic and I could come up with, although we tried an ingenious mechanical fix or two.

Of equal concern was this: In my senior fitness class at the Mall, I kept ‘crossing swords’ with an apparent accomplice of ‘the mob’, a woman friend of the masseuse described in the “Ice” poem, who had the chutzpah to sign on as senior fitness instructor at 24-Hour Fitness in Fallbrook Mall. Then another woman instructor, of similar personality, showed up there. I did a drawing of the second woman here …

Link: “ADULTS ONLY  (PG-13) Kali,” a story by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 21 August 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-dZZ ..

There was quite a commotion at that senior fitness center; eventually I decided to quit the class so as to get round it.

In retrospect, the four years 2016-2020 were a hard slog. For the nonce, though, what with COVID precautions in place, all is quiet in the City of the Angels, by God’s good grace.

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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MORE INFORMATION

Link: “Amateur Sleuth: On Matching Up Mugshots,” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 29 April 2018; updated on 22 August 2020 and 24 August 2020; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-8As .. 

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Alice’s Perilous Tales: Demon-Powered Levitation of a Student? . by Alice B. Clagett

Written and published on 1 July 2021

Image: “On Reptilian Remains from the Trias of Elgin,” by G. Boulenger, 1904, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:On_Reptilian_Remains_from_the_Trias_of_Elgin_(1904)_(14742559206).jpg … CC0

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Dear Ones,

‘Heart Vampire’ is said to have caused the members of his group to levitate, and also to have levitated himself. According to the astral lore, he thinks of himself as a cannibalistic reptoid from someplace other than Earth. I am ‘right on’ reminded of this image of the demon Kau’T levitating a human woman. All the more reason, I feel, not to be conceited about levitating, should one be so unfortunate as to do so.

I saw an 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.

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 Causasian. 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 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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Incarnational Memories by Alice: Mongol Adventurer’s Wife and Keeper of the Treasure . by Alice B. Clagett

Written and published on 21 April 2021

Dear Ones,

I have an incarnational memory of being a woman looking like the woman in this photo, only 10 or 15 years older than she …

Image: “A Young Buriat [Buryat] Woman from Aginskaia Duma, from Novosibirsk State Museum of Regional History and Folk Life, 1900s, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:A_young_Buriat_woman.jpg … public domain … {{PD-US}} – U.S. work that is in the public domain in the U.S. for an unspecified reason, but presumably because it was published in the U.S. before 1926 … LEGEND: ‘I79. Buryatskaya debushka iz Aginskoi dumi / Zabaikalckoi obl’ (‘Buryat girl from the Aginsk Duma / Transbaikal Region’).

Image: “A Young Buriat [Buryat] Woman from Aginskaia Duma, from Novosibirsk State Museum of Regional History and Folk Life, 1900s, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:A_young_Buriat_woman.jpg … public domain … {{PD-US}} – U.S. work that is in the public domain in the U.S. for an unspecified reason, but presumably because it was published in the U.S. before 1926 …

LEGEND: ‘I79. Buryatskaya debushka iz Aginskoi dumi / Zabaikalckoi obl’ (‘Buryat girl from the Aginsk Duma / Transbaikal Region’).

As well, I remember standing on the Chinese mainland near the northern Sea of Japan, wearing clothes like those in the photo. I recall my husband was off on one of many long treks to get … whether by theft or by barter … more gold for my family. I kept the family fortune safely round my neck, while he risked his life in his wanderings. I felt sure my husband would return (though many a husband did not, in those days). I sense my memory was from a time much earlier than the date of the photo, which I take to be late 1800s, soon after photography was invented.

The distance from the Sea of Japan to Lake Baikal in Eastern Siberia (Russian republic of Buryatia and Russian Irkutsk oblast or province) is about 1,600 miles. In those days, it seems likely to me that very long treks were not uncommon amongst the people who lived from 1400 BC to 1600 AD, and maybe later on as well.

There was, for instance, the Egtved Girl, a Nordic Bonze Age girl (ca. 1390-1370 BC) who made several annual 1,000-mile treks before passing on in Egtved, Denmark, at age 16-18. – from Link: “Egtved Girl,” in Wikipedia … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Egtved_Girl

In the same way, the ruthless Chude (‘Chud’ or Tchude’) raiders from Estonia, Karelia, and Northwestern Russia must have trekked 600 to 1000 miles (depending on whether they were able to cross water, or had to skirt round it) to prey upon the Sami, the nomadic hunter-gather reindeer herders of Norway, Such is the setting for the 1987 Pathfinder film, which memorializes the heroic exploits of a young Sami man in about 1000 AD. For more on that, see Link: “Pathfinder (1987 film), in English Wikipedia … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pathfinder_(1987_film) ..

In more recent times there was Álvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca, a Spanish explorer of the New World, who was shipwrecked on the Western shore of Texas in 1528 AD. From then till 1537 AD he and a few others traveled barefoot through the uncharted Southwestern part of what was then a land full of hostile Native Americans, and on to Mexico City. That was a distance of 2,400 miles. –from Link: “Álvar Núñez Cabeza de Vaca,” in English Wikipedia … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%81lvar_N%C3%BA%C3%B1ez_Cabeza_de_Vaca ..

It seems to me within reason that the Mongolian husband of my incarnational memory might have trekked the 1,600 miles from the Sea of Japan to Lake Baikal, and have brought back glowing reports to my people, who then might have undertook the arduous journey to that beautiful lake district, where they are still found today.

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

This story has been added here … Link: “Tiny Anthologies: Incarnational Memories,” by Alice B. Clagett, compiled from prior blogs on 10 February 2019; revised … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-bCE ..

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The Other Side . a story by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 1 July 2018; published on 13 April 2021

Dear Ones,

Here is a story I wrote a few years ago, about a childhood memory …

“The Other Side”
A Story by Alice B. Clagett

When I was young, we lived on a country road on the East Coast. The mail arrived every weekday, and as we got older, mom would let us walk down our long, gravel driveway to the State Road … walk across the road: That was a big deal! … and get the mail for her.

In earlier years, she would take us down to the road on training expeditions: Walk down the driveway …

I’m tired! We would say.
We’re almost there! Would be her reply.

Then we would arrive at the State Road. Across 2 lanes of asphalt the mailbox loomed.

Look this way, Mom would say.
Three heads would turn to look.

Are any cars coming? She would say.

No!
……….No!
……….……….No!

Look that way, She would say.
Three heads looked the other way.

Are any cars coming that way?

No!
……….No!
……….……….No!

Quick, then, let’s cross the road!

Hearts beating fast,
………………..we made it to
……….…………………………the other side.

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

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Can Women Experience Joy of Sex as Do Men? . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 16 February 2021; published on 17 February 2021
Location: San Fernando Valley, Los Angeles, California

Dear Ones,

Here is an astral conversation on the topic: Can women experience joy of sex as men do? 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 conversation today regarding women and orgasm or ‘climax’ (or ‘tidings’, as it is sometimes called). Typically the first term is used for men, and the second two terms are used for women.

With that in mind: There was an astral conversation going on today. A number of people participated. It had to do with whether women can experience orgasm. Some of the people in the conversation were young people who were not too clear about the birds and the bees. There were grown-ups too … both men and women, and in various ages. The conversation went like this …

One woman said she thought there must be something wrong with her, that she was not built like other women, because she was not able to have an orgasm.

Then someone else answered. (I think it was a man.) He said: Women can’t orgasm.

Then there was silence in the conversation.

So then I said: You know, women are not built like that … not like men.

And then a man said: Nothing comes out. So they can’t orgasm.

There was a silence on the astral plane.

Then Spirit prompted me to say: They do, but on the inside.

Then there was a shocked silence on the astral plane; complete silence. I could feel reverberations echoing down. It was like a truth that had been hidden during the Atlantean Age. Then suddenly the truth was revealed. The people knew that to be so, and the nature spirits realized it was true. The people carried it to the nature spirits, and the nature spirits to other nature spirits, and to peoples of all Earth. Within a matter of seconds, that truth was re-established on Earth.

Then a man said: You can’t prove that thing.

Spirit prompted me to say: You know how a woman’s cheeks turn pink after she climaxes…. When a woman climaxes, it goes all the way up to the top of her head.

There was another shocked silence. But this time it was not as shocked; it was ‘considering’. It was the men of Earth, considering that what for them was an orgasm was also true for women, but in a different way: It is inside our bodies. There is something just like what men experience.

After considering, the man said: So then women get it all!

Someone else said: Well, yes. They get what you give them, and they get what naturally comes to them too.

There was a pause, and then they said: That is so that they can nourish the egg and the embryo.

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With those words, I feel, and with that conversation on the astral plane, the Atlantean Age has ended on Earth. There will be a New Age in which men and women have contributions to make, and are held to be equal, and respected, each by the other; and deeply loved. So I feel.

Take care, everyone.

Photos by Alice: A Story About New Earth Told in Images

Here is a story told in photos. For clues about the storyline, see the photo captions …

Image: “Orcutt Ranch Horticultural Center and Community Garden, San Fernando Valley, California 1: Pink Camelia Blossom,” by Alice B. Clagett, 16 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Orcutt Ranch Horticultural Center and Community Garden, San Fernando Valley, California 1: Pink Camelia Blossom,” by Alice B. Clagett, 16 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Orcutt Ranch Horticultural Center and Community Garden, San Fernando Valley, California 2: Eucalyptus Lady Dancing,” by Alice B. Clagett, 16 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Orcutt Ranch Horticultural Center and Community Garden, San Fernando Valley, California 2: Eucalyptus Lady Dancing,” by Alice B. Clagett, 16 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Orcutt Ranch Horticultural Center and Community Garden, San Fernando Valley, California 3: Sun, Bringer of Joy,” by Alice B. Clagett, 16 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Orcutt Ranch Horticultural Center and Community Garden, San Fernando Valley, California 3: Sun, Bringer of Joy,” by Alice B. Clagett, 16 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Orcutt Ranch Horticultural Center and Community Garden, San Fernando Valley, California 4: Eucalyptus Greets the Sun,” by Alice B. Clagett, 16 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Orcutt Ranch Horticultural Center and Community Garden, San Fernando Valley, California 4: Eucalyptus Greets the Sun,” by Alice B. Clagett, 16 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Orcutt Ranch Horticultural Center and Community Garden, San Fernando Valley, California 5: Eucalyptus Standing Tall,” by Alice B. Clagett, 16 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Orcutt Ranch Horticultural Center and Community Garden, San Fernando Valley, California 5: Eucalyptus Standing Tall,” by Alice B. Clagett, 16 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Orcutt Ranch Horticultural Center and Community Garden, San Fernando Valley, California 6: Beauty in What Has Gone Before,” by Alice B. Clagett, 16 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Orcutt Ranch Horticultural Center and Community Garden, San Fernando Valley, California 6: Beauty in What Has Gone Before,” by Alice B. Clagett, 16 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Orcutt Ranch Horticultural Center and Community Garden, San Fernando Valley, California 1: Pink Camelia Blossom,” by Alice B. Clagett, 16 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Orcutt Ranch Horticultural Center and Community Garden, San Fernando Valley, California 1: Pink Camelia Blossom,” by Alice B. Clagett, 16 February 2021, CC BY-SA 4.0

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

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Deals with the Devil: The Legend of Pan Twardowski . retold by Alice B. Clagett

Written and published on 7 February 2021

Image: “The Polish Folklore Legend Pan Twardowski and the Devil,” by Michał Elwiro Andriolli, 1895, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Twardowski_z_diablem.jpg … CC BY-SA 3.0 … DESCRIPTION: Effected by Alice B. Clagett

Image: “The Polish Folklore Legend Pan Twardowski and the Devil,” by Michał Elwiro Andriolli, 1895, in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Twardowski_z_diablem.jpg … CC BY-SA 3.0 … DESCRIPTION: Effected by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

Legend has it that a Polish sorcerer named Pan Twardowski sold his Soul to the devil so as to obtain magical powers. He attempted to outwit the devil by saying he might only be carried off to Hell were he to go to Rome.

For years Pan enjoyed the magical powers with which the devil imbued him. Then one day … without a thought of the consequence of his act … he went to an inn named ‘Rzym’. Now the word ‘Rzym’ means ‘Rome’ in Polish. Because of that the devil saw his chance, and took it.

Before Pan could nod his head or wink at the innkeeper there at his desk, the devil tossed Pan on his back, and spirited him away towards Hell … which in the case of sorcerers lies on the dark side of the moon.

As they flew through the cold night air, Pan moaned and writhed atop the evil sprite, attempting to get free … though that would surely mean his death, as they were flying far above the earth.

The sorcerer Pan could see the moon … which was full that night … become larger and larger, until it seemed likely to him they might run straight into it. In the depths of despair, he began to pray to Mother Mary … and that proved the charm that saved him … for the devil dropped Pan mid-flight, onto the bright side of the moon, by mistake.

During his long life, the sorcerer had once, in a pique, turned a friend into a spider … I am pleased to say this is something only sorcerers can do.

When the sorcerer found himself on the bright side of the moon, there was no one there at all to befriend him, except one being. That was the very spider that had once been his friend, and who was faithful to him still … For they say the spider, from time to time, spun itself on a silver thread … down, down, and down again, from the moon to the tops of the trees of Earth.

There it listened with all its might to the dreams of the sleeping people. All night long it listened and listened. Then as the moon began to set in the dark of the western sky, the spider would hie itself back up the silver thread. Up, up, and up it would go, until it reached the moon.

There it let its friend Pan know the news it had heard in the dreams of the sleeping people. And so … though forever set apart from the world of humankind … the sorcerer might yet learn of their nightly dreams.

Image: “Pan Twardowski,” by Włodzimierz Tetmajer, 1923 … in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Pan_Twardowski_(Rydel)_rys.1.jpg … public domain in the United States because it was published (or registered with the U.S. Copyright Office) before January 1, 1926 … DESCRIPTION: Effected by Alice B. Clagett

Image: “Pan Twardowski,” by Włodzimierz Tetmajer, 1923 … in Wikimedia Commons … https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Pan_Twardowski_(Rydel)_rys.1.jpg … public domain in the United States because it was published (or registered with the U.S. Copyright Office) before January 1, 1926 … DESCRIPTION: Effected by Alice B. Clagett

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

See also … Link: “Pan Twardowski,” in Wikimedia Commons … https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pan_Twardowski ..

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Simply Preposterous . a story by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 16 November 2014; published on 1 January 2019; republished on 16 December 2020

SIMPLY PREPOSTEROUS
A Story by Alice B. Clagett
16 November 2014

When I was a young child,
just learning English,
one of my uncles used to ask me
to recite this:

“Simply preposterous, said the hippopotamus!”

and then,
regardless of the degree of my success,
he would smile encouragingly
and hand me a lollipop.

. . . . .

Here is my Grandmother Berry’s favorite song!

Video: “The Filla-ga-dusha Song – Rose O’Day – by Flanagan and Allen,” by jonjamb, 2 April 2010 … https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qq0Or0at0xw ..

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

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