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

Filmed on 18 December 2019; published on 23 December 2019
Previously titled: Tinsel Head: To Be or Not to Be? . a poem by Alice B. Clagett

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

Dear Ones,

INTRODUCTION: SCRIMMAGES WITH A LOS ANGELES ‘BRUJO CULT’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

On Appraising Miracles and Psychic Powers

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

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

Dark Attacks: The Lightning Bolt That Pierced My Third-Eye Point

As the years wore on, my perplexity at what seemed to be ever more frequent … ‘Dark Attacks’ deepened. I recall the first such incident had occurred, during a daytime group meditation. I had been sitting three rows back from the front of the altar, with a painting of the group’s teacher above me on the center of the wall above the altar.

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

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

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

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

Behind him, at the roped off back of the meditation area, sat a pretty young woman meditator whom I later found was the young man’s fiancée. Standing in the aisle between the roped off seats and the main seats of the meditation room was a buxom middle-aged woman dressed in stately, modest dark-hued clothes.

Subsequent Visions on Days Commemorating the Group’s Saints

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Transformation of One Thorn to the Light

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

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

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

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

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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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ADULTS ONLY (PG-13): Dank . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 10 September 2019; published on 15 September 2019

  • VIDEO BY ALICE
  • SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

Dear Ones,

Here is a video about a nightmare i had a few days ago. I suggest ADULTS ONLY (PG-13 – SEXUALITY) viewing, as young adults and younger children might find it as upsetting as I did. There is Summary after the video …

VIDEO BY ALICE

SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO

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

I had a vision the other day, in the middle of the night … a really horrifying, nightmare vision. It was the kind of horrifying where I was actually there, it seemed like, and one of the actors in the performance … although, in fact, I was just empathically there, and the person that was really there was a young child, a girl child. It was the kind of totally realistic, empathic vision where I had both a vision of the astral plane and of the physical plane … what was going on, as if it were real. So there is that.

The vision went like this: I was in a dugout, an underground home. Its proportions were about 10 feet by 10 feet … about like that. It was tall enough for a person of about 5 feet 8 inches to stand up in. Just a little bit above that was the ceiling.

On one wall … on the south-facing wall … was a painting. It was kind of bluegreen in color, and it was made by tiny fingers … by the young girl’s fingers. It had a bluegreen background, and squiggly lines all over, where the fingers had made a pattern in the painting.

And then, on top of the squiggles and on top of the paint were words written in a cursive hand, probably by the man in the vision. It said something to the effect … I am sorry I did not write it down exactly … to the effect: When you leave this place, do not forget the way of behaving … the role model that they taught you as a child.

Somehow that chilled me to the marrow; it made me think he was one way … and then when he was in public he was disguising that way completely. I thought it  was a multiple personality.

So then in the next vision I had, the man was lying down, either on the ground in the dugout, or on a pallet or cloth or light fabric kind of mattress, like a one-inch mattress, on the ground. And he beckoned me … and I was the child … he beckoned me to come over. He was feeling sexual, and the sexual feeling that he had was sadistic. He had a sadistic feeling of wanting to hurt someone; viciously, deeply wanting to hurt someone.

I was suddenly seeing through the young girl’s eyes; suddenly I was lying down right next to him, and so what I could see was this erect penis coming up towards my face. I grabbed it with one hand, playfully tickling it. The man was feeling the utmost vicious feeling at the same time as I was laughing happily as a child. Then the man ejaculated and the whole scene ended.

I, as the channeler, was suddenly flung out of that dugout place: and in the night sky I saw two other figures: One man that I knew to be a serial killer; and another man came in whom I knew to be a serial rapist and serial killer … apparently, like compadre Souls, or astral glommed liaisons of this man, in terms of the energy threads that they all had.

It struck to the very heart of my Soul. It struck me with cold terror.

Well, so … Here is hoping that your dreams are better than that! I hope that they are wonderful, happy dreams. Whatever this energy is that is going on, I hope it is soon gone from Earth, and completely eliminated. I wish the very best for that young child, that she should find safety; a safe place to be, far from that man in that dark, dugout, dank place.

God bless you all, and keep you safe.

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

This is an addendum: This man that I saw in the vision … this sadist: You will not find him anywhere on the internet. And the other man that came in: You will not find him anywhere on the internet either. And the third man that came in: You might find him everywhere on the internet; but if you try to reach him on the physical plane, you will find yourself speaking to other people who do nothing but dodge the issue and misdirect you.

So all these men are not really ‘there’, in the way that other people are. They are hidden in the crevices of humankind; in the secret places they exist, where other humans cannot find them.

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Notes on the Subconscious Mind: Metaphors and Dreams . by Alice B. Clagett

Written on 10 June 2003; published on 27 July 2019

Dear Ones,

I wrote this back when I was doing dream journalling, in the early 2000s. That was when I first began to realize how dreams are visions that reveal the metaphoric language of the subconscious mind …

As we dream, and the subconscious mind takes over, we are no longer capable of abstract thought.  The subconscious part of our mind nevertheless strives to express abstract concepts through the use of metaphors found in daily speech. The more trite the metaphor, the better, as far as the subconscious mind is concerned.

This morning I woke up with a wild dream about a truckload of candy I had bought wholesale. I had brought it to a store in hopes of realizing a profit. Some strange little boy was giving it away for less than the price at which I bought it, and I was trying to stop him … to no avail.

I had a hard time figuring out this dream. What could it have been about?

Then I realized: Don’t give away the candy! … My subconscious mind is clearly not in favor of free love.

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

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Notice that blog has been revised . by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 30 January 2019

Dear Ones,

I have added a perilous tale to this blog … LInk: “Psalm 25,” read by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 1 November 2015 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-4hB … Here is the new content …

Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Man With the Pubic Hair Beard

On the day that I filmed this video, I recall arriving at Navajo State Park, and an unfortunate event, along with a vision, that I experienced there.

That day I drove via Route 151 from Ignacio, Colorado to Arboles, which is a small town, mostly residential and hilly, with little in the way of commerce, except for services catering to the boating trade. From there, I turned right, down San Juan Marina Rd (Route 982). 

The first turnoff I came to, on an unmarked road on the left, leads to a primitive campground with toilets, flat camping spaces, and barbecue equipment. It is quite close to a part of Navajo Lake where duck hunting is allowed. Because of the shallow mud flats there (and also perhaps because of the danger of stray bullets) this part of the lake is less used for swimming.

There is an odd, tallish, square metal structure to the right of the road, near the entryway. And near that structure lies a portion of a footpath connecting this primitive campground to the more developed, and very popular Navajo State Park campground and marina, which is nearby.

The feeling I had as I arrived at the primitive campground … was it in mid-afternoon, or perhaps late afternoon? … was that the campground was deserted. There were, as I recall, one or two camper vehicles there, but it looked like there owners were out on a point of ground, shooting ducks. I parked, intending to go for the hike along a relatively rough trail that runs north from the campsite, along the edge of Navajo Lake.

A few of the details of what followed are written up elsewhere (see the section “For More Information” below). However, at the time, back then, I was too frightened to write about it at length, and so the telling of the tale has waited all this time.  

As I recall, a man in a vehicle … it may have been a van or pickup, but it was not a passenger car … drove down from the entry road, Right away I had a strong sense of danger … the feeling that my life was imminently imperiled by this man. It was that kind of feeling where the blood runs  cold, the mind freezes, and the feet feel rooted to the ground … a sudden, overwhelming feeling that the jig was up!

It looked to me that the man was a little taller than average, but not very tall. He was spare in build, dark haired, maybe in his 40s, wearing everyday clothes, and had a full but short-cropped, dark beard. 

Visions by Alice

When I saw this man, I had a vision that he was stalking me, and that he intended to shoot me, and then hightail it out of there; and perhaps that he felt the death would be pegged to a stray shot from duck hunters. I felt he was looking to see if the coast was clear to take his shot.

It goes without saying that visions are purely astral in nature, and thus, hypothetical. They may offer a way to avoid danger … like a ‘sixth sense’ … but they are not like everyday, provable facts. They are just hypotheticals … hints and clues … unless facts are found to support them.

This vision was a standout in its cautionary nature. The astral story went like this: The beard that the stalker wore had been contrived with great care by gluing pubic hairs onto some sort of transparent underlayer that was temporarily adhered to his face. According to the astral story, he had no facial hairs of his own; and also had no pubic hairs.

Some years prior, he had had a male lover, about his own age, who had a dark beard and dark pubic hairs. This friend had a habit of shaving off his pubic hairs. The stalker saw him do it, and asked him for the shaved-off hairs, as a reminder of their friendship. The lover agreed. 

The lover, according to this vision, was a man with strong psychic abilities. The stalker was a man with a long record of felony arrest, child molestation, and drug running. In his criminal career, he had had several aliases, and to avoid detection by law enforcement, had had various physical cosmetic changes. Because of the differences in their personal histories, they had since parted ways.

Of note: Insofar as I could tell, this putative stalker was not a man I have named in any of my blogs; and specifically not the man (a shorter man) who was mentioned in this blog … 

Link: “Amateur Sleuth: On Matching Up Mugshots,” by Alice B. Clagett, Published on 29 April 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-8As ..

According to the astral story, the stalker had fashioned the beard I saw him wear that day, out of his lover’s pubic hairs as a memento of their trysts. In his subconscious mind, according to the astral story, the stalker felt that by wearing the beard he would be protected by the psychic abilities of his ex-lover.

The sexual objects of preference of the stalker were very busty women, with topless dancer looks and talents. He had, according to the astral tale, married over 10 such women, intent on not revealing to them a genital anomaly he had had since birth.

When these women, seeing him without clothing in an unguarded moment, found out his secret, he would murder them (if they had money), and take their money. Or if they had no money (as may have been the case with three of his wives), he would divorce them and take up a new identity in a new town.

According to the astral story, over the years, he had taken up with a dominatrix woman, who, by cowing him and nagging him, prevented him from accomplishing the type of husbandly act that might lead to her death (as had been the case, according to the astral tale, many times in years past). That he would relieve his sexual frustration through wanton serial killings of good looking, 30ish women, and prepubertic boys … the former shot down while driving, and the latter cornered in various cunning ways, captured, tortured, and murdered. According to the astral story, this had been going on, with singular success at evading law enforcement detection, for many years.

It seemed to me, in that moment, that this man had been stalking me for some time, under ‘murder for hire’ (‘gendarme’, or hired ‘assassin’) contract gleaned from the classifieds of a ‘soldier of fortune’ men’s magazine … But that, because my physical type is very different from that of the sexual murders he preferred, he had put off laying me low until that very afternoon.

All this … the entire vision … flashed by me with breath-taking alacrity, leaving me in a state of high alert.

Alice’s Perilous Tale, continued

At times like this I am very glad of my solid grounding in meditation and martial arts, which taught me to have a calm mind, and to face danger with confidence. Another thing I learned from martial arts is to avoid confrontation when at all possible; to evade attack and quickly remove my personal self from danger. 

I thought: What would a serial killer most wish to avoid? Detection! And especially, being noticed by someone other than his intended victim. I thought of the developed Navajo State Park campground and marina down the road, and how it had a drive-through gate, with a ranger to greet the incoming cars … and how people were required to pay for parking there, so then there would be a record of their visit … maybe even a check or credit card record. 

I figured that would be my best bet for safety, considering the little trafficked nature of San Juan Marina Rd (Route 982). So I headed to the developed campground and marina. And that is where i filmed the video that you see above.

Photos by Alice

[Next in the video are the beautiful instrumental  “Prelude No. 1” from the album “Preludes” by Chris Zabriskie, CC by 4.0, and photos.].

Here are photos from that Colorado day; I apologize that a few of the photos are out of focus.

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Iron Cross Near Durango, Colorado,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Iron Cross Near Durango, Colorado,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 3,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 4,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 4,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 5,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 5,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 6,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 6,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 7,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 7,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 8,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 8,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 9,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 9,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 10,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 10,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 11,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 11,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 12,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 12,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 13,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 13,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 14,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 14,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 15,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 15,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 16,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 16,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 17,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 17,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 18,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 18,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 19,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

Image: “Navajo State Park, Colorado 19,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 November 2015, CC BY-SA 4.0

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

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FOR MORE INFORMATION

Link: “ASP Sense of Humor,” by Alice B. Clagett, Published on 15 March 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-8tR … Search the instances of the word: pubic

Link: “Curse of Delilah,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 6 June 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-9s0 … Search the term: CURSE OF THE SHORT HAIRS AND THE HASIDIC BEARD

Link: “Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Nagging Wife,” by Alice B. Clagett, Published on 31 July 2015 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-5QZ ..

Link: “5D Skillsets: Rewriting History, Jumping Timelines, Merging Dimensions,” by Alice B. Clagett, 27 June 2015 … http://wp.me/p2Rkym-3pV ..

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Notice that blog has been transcribed … by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

I have added transcribed the blog linked to below ..

Link: “Incarnational Touchstones and Rites of Passage,” a vision by Alice B. Clagett, Published on 13 August 2016; transcribed on 6 October 2018, https://wp.me/p2Rkym-60X ..

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I Am of the Stars
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Notice of Story added to Blog … by Alice B. Clagett

Dear Ones,

I have added a vision I had to the blog linked to below. The vision is in blue font ..

Link: “Reincarnation, the Law of Karma, and God’s Sense of Humor,” visions by Alice B. Clagett, 25 September 2014 , https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7mz ..

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I Am of the Stars
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