ALICE’S PERILOUS TALES: THE MAN WITH THE PUBLIC HAIR BEARD
VISIONS BY ALICE
Sidebar: The Talisman
ALICE’S PERILOUS TALES, CONTINUED
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Dear Ones,
What a tale I have to tell! This is Alice’s Perilous Tale of the man with the public hair beard!
On 1 November 2015, I was vacationing near Durango, Colorado. I recall arriving at Navajo State Park, and an unfortunate event, along with a vision, that I experienced there.
ALICE’S PERILOUS TALES: THE MAN WITH THE PUBLIC HAIR BEARD
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.
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.
……………….. Sidebar: The Talisman
Here is an example of antisocial personality sense of humor that requires painstaking effort: The male antisocial personality or ‘ASP’ shaves the pubic hair off of a victim(s), and contrives to make a false beard with it, which he wears when he stalks his intended victims.
The memento from the prior victim(s) acts as a Talisman … something that provides magical strength and concealment … to ensure success of the future hunt.
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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.
Over the years, according to the ‘astral airs’, 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 TALES, 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.
In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
Written and published on 30 January 2019; revised on 11 June 2020 . This event occurred on 1 November 2015 at a campground at the Colorado Navajo State Park
This video was filmed the same day … Link: “Psalm 25,” read by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 1 November 2015; revised on 11 June 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-4hB ..
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MORE INFORMATION
Link: “Telltale Signs of the ASP Sense of Humor,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 15 March 2018; updated on 15 April 2020 … 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, revised and republished on 22 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; revised on 2 December 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-5QZ ..
Link: “Fatal Dungeons and Dragons Game?” by Alice B. Clagett, excerpted on 23 April 2020 from blogs filmed on 15 March 2018 and on 20 November 2016; revised on 11 June 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-hHF ..
Link: “Multidimensionality: Alice’s Perilous Tales: Energetic Barrier Separating Positive from Negative Dimensions,” by Alice B. Clagett, written and published on 9 February 2020; revised on 11 June 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-gnY ..
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COMMENTS: The locations in this perilous tale were not Christian churches. Heaven forfend they should be, though churches themselves were not always demon-proof in ages past.
INTRODUCTION
AMAZING ASTRAL STORIES: THE DARKEST HOURS . THE LAST DEMON IN LA: FINAL DRAFT
AMAZING ASTRAL STORIES: THE DARKEST HOURS . THE LAST DEMON IN LA: ROUGH DRAFT
VIDEO BY ALICE: ROUGH DRAFT
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO: ROUGH DRAFT
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Dear Ones,
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INTRODUCTION
In July of 2016 I did a video about two amazing astral stories, “The Darkest Hours” and “The Last Demon in LA.” These two stories were related to each other, and to me, as they are among “Alice’s Perilous Tales.”
The perilousness of these two tales had to do with a long-standing vendetta waged against me by a group of black magicians with awesome psychic powers that I first encountered in Los Angeles in 1999.
The astral stories at the time would have it that this was an assassin cult whose claim to fame was the assassination of John D. Rockefeller on 23 May 1937. I heard whispers in the astral airs of a legend was that he was murdered for gain, through use of the black arts.
Was this fact or fiction? Who can tell? For the group put quite a different face on the nature of their dealings on the public stage. That is why I chanced to fall … all unawares … under their eye and into their lair … into the ‘lion’s den’, as it were, yet thinking myself to be amongst fellow sheep … for a while.
In the years prior to 1999, as the astral legend went, they would bide their time by murdering wealthy women in their outer circle through psychic means, if more influential quarry were not at hand.
Then a few years after that I heard astral whispers that their psychic skills were failing, and their black arts ceasing to be effective in sustaining the bottom line for the organization.
At that time, according to the astral airs, they segued to use of felon labor for physical murder under the influence of drugs administered to these criminals unawares. Astral rumor had it that business was drummed up through soldier of fortune magazine ads touting ‘mercenairs’ or ‘ninja warriors’ for hire.
And in another ploy, as astral rumor would have it, the group began a 2-up ploy of one man romancing a wealthy woman in their outer group, then another man murdering her, then the first man claiming to have been married to her so as to absorb her estate. Some years ago, I heard, on the astral airs, that the list of prospective victims contained the names of about 100 women. But I have spoken of all this in prior blogs.
To return to the story: A few years after I … through mishap and misadventure … became acquainted with this purported assassin cult ‘in sheep’s clothing’, it seems to me there may have been conflicts within their organization … maybe to do with child trafficking, and the yeas and nays thereof .. or maybe to do with HIV transmission occasioned by group MSM (men who have sex with men) sexual practices that might, I surmised, have been part of their ethos.
But these are only the most tenuous of astral rumors. The mind has a way of filling in facts, when unaccountable incidents happen; it always wants to find a reason for the inexplicable. It may well be that this ‘fill-in-the-blank’ aspect of my mind accounted for the unwholesome stories wrought in the astral airs at that time.
To continue: A glom, I felt, might then have happened in which I was cast in the role of scapegoat or pariah, due to the fact that those who raised the ‘hue and cry’ within the group must, I surmised, have been higher up women in the organization. These, I imagined, must have been unassailable, and I then … lacking prestige and only a newcomer to the group … must have been the more vulnerable female target.
Intuitively I felt, as time went on, that the group might have had a history of establishing vendettas against other groups with psychic powers, and also of honing their black magic skills through psychic warfare with individuals from their ingroup that they singled out as pariahs and pursued in a national context with intent utterly to destroy these people whom they had ostracized.
I was, I felt, one such person. The vendetta … if my intuition was, in fact, true … lasted for about 16 years; it was limited to the West Coast, rather than to sister groups on the East Coast, where I spent most of my time for about seven years, from 2002 to 2009, helping to take care of my mother, whose health was failing as she was in her elder years.
The astral story went that this group of psychics and black magickers were an assassin cult nonpariel; that they were psychic ‘thuggees’ who had decimated every rival for a century or so. To my knowledge, about 10 years into the putative vendetta, no one but I and one other person had survived their psychic predations.
The astral airs had it that any plaintiff who had foolishly attempted legal redress for the group’s psychic warfare, had been thoroughly scuttled by the presence of key members of the group during court trials.
According to the astral lore, these key psychics from their group took over the court proceedings through mind control of judge and jury during many trials that purportedly took place. Almost all of the court records … according to the astral airs … had been expunged or sealed, so that the facts never came before the public eye.
It seemed to my flagging heart that this group was well nigh invincible, considering the nature of the Duality play here on Earth. Time after time there had been fire fights between my Ascension team and the ‘Army of the Night’. There had been hair-raising near-death experiences, and other experiences in which I died and was reborn. To my imagining, it seemed I could depend on no one on Earth in this knock-down, drag-out psychic war. None but the Angelic Realm, and Christ himself, could stay the Demon Hordes summoned to our fair city … to this City of the Angels … through the foul efforts of the cult.
Worse yet, it seemed to my craven heart, the contagion had spread outward from that Los Angeles stronghold, adversely affecting, at least to some degree, all my family and friends, and all their acquaintances.
It is now October 2019, and things are looking up. The black magicker group decided to effect a ceasefire with regard to its vendetta against me shortly after the showdowns described in this blog. Then, according to the astral airs, a group led by the middle corp of people there, who were not black magickers, effected disclosure and purification of the inner corps of warring psychics.
This, I feel, is how disclosure will affect groups on Earth, as the Ascension process continues: Each group will become aware of what needs to be cleared and healed, and members of the group will implement that process.
But in 2016, I was running scared. I did not feel at all safe to disclose the particulars of the personalities involved, or the group in question, or the locations referred to in the video. In the main, I still feel that way today.
On looking over my rough draft video of the final ‘showdowns’ I clearly see how my rendition was shaped by my fears about the at one time nearly invincible stranglehold the group had on Los Angeles. I thought: Despite all this, perhaps I can make the story more clear, and that without revealing the particulars.
I have revised the original story with that end in mind. The final draft (at least for now) is the first listed below. Beneath that, simply for reference, are the rough draft video and the rough draft Summary of the video.
For those of you reading this for the first time, I suggest reading only the final draft. Here it is …
………………………………………………………….. AMAZING ASTRAL STORIES: THE DARKEST HOURS . THE LAST DEMON IN LA: FINAL DRAFT
Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice. I am of the Stars.
Below is the final draft of another set of amazing astral stories about logging onto dense dark thought forms. At the beginning is an Outline, then the Final Draft.
OUTLINE OF FINAL DRAFT
Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Darkest Hours
Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Last Demon in LA
On Paying Attention to Omens and Our Guardian Angels
How Holding a Grudge Can Turn the Mind to the Hell Worlds
Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Last Demon in LA … Continued
Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Darkest Hours … Continued
The End Times and the ‘Gravity Well’ Effect
Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Darkest Hours … Conclusion
Conclusion
FINAL DRAFT
Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Darkest Hours
Sometimes, especially at night, I log onto people who have very dense, dark thoughts. Typically, these are people who are involved in drugs, or in the drug trade … in selling drugs. Or they might be involved in activities that injure the physical bodies of other people, or the Spirit of other people, or in black magic. People who are involved in black magic tend to fall into these very dense, dark thought forms.
I encounter these very dense, dark energies in the noosphere at night … in my opinion, apparently for lack of vitality globules, (1) which allow the body to absorb a lot of vitality during the daylight hours. These globules are at their lowest ebb in the wee, small hours of the morning. So, generally speaking, I find those are the times when black magic is practiced.
During July 2016 I had been encountering, on the astral plane, a curly-haired, grey-haired man of medium height, a psychic, and one of the upper echelon in a black magicker group in Los Angeles.
The astral conversation between us was going on haltingly, as there was a long-standing pattern of hatred that existed amongst the people that he knew. He and the people that he knew had held a grudge against me for … oh, more than a decade. A long time. He himself had a feeling of particularly deep hatred toward me.
I did not know him. But I had seen his countenance once, a few weeks prior, on 1 July 2016 … a date I will remember forever. The events that unfolded that day are a separate tale … the tale of “The Last Demon in LA.” But I should probably tell that story as well …
Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Last Demon in LA
On 1 July 2016, I thought I would go and visit a place in Northeast Los Angeles, to see how it was faring with regard to its level in the astral realm. You know, we are all proceeding through the astral realm, as we arise and ascend and awaken, on our way to the fifth dimension, which is the realm of Christ consciousness.
People are at various levels of the astral realm right now, as they are experiencing, and releasing, and clearing their Soul field.
A few weeks back, I thought I would go and visit this place, which was relatively distant from where I live. I took some time, and I went down there.
The first thing I saw was a few blocks from my destination: There was a 30s or 40s oriental man, wearing maintenance clothes, driving a little vehicle that is used to sweep the streets privately. This person had a dark aspect to him. I saw him near an intersection on a residential street.
It put me off, to the extent where I turned around, right there at the intersection, and drove back a block. Then, gathering my courage, I decided to turn around and continue in the original direction again.
So I drove back, and he was still there, making circles round the intersection, in the space where two roads met. I noticed the leaf sweeper attachment on his vehicle was hitched up, so that it was not contacting the road surface. He was just circling around, for no apparent reason, there in the intersection. It seemed, to my waking mind, that he was waiting for me specifically, maybe to intercept me or to prevent me from reaching my destination.
On Paying Attention to Omens and Our Guardian Angels. This was a bad omen. Worse yet, with my astral eyes I saw, riding next to him, a demon! I very rarely see demons, these days. There are typically no demons left around the Los Angeles area. So what I saw set me very much on edge.
Nevertheless I persevered on toward my destination a few blocks farther on. Unaccountably, I lost my way once, then found my way back, then parked near the gates of the place.
I parked my car on a residential street, so that the gates might not be closed on my car, locking me inside the grounds. I had also in mind to park the car facing in the direction from which I had come, so that I might effect a quick getaway, should one be needed.
Clearly before me, in my mind’s eye, was the omen my astonished eyes had just perceived.
Over the years, in trying circumstances, I had learned to pay close attention to omens. In my own life, I have found they are a way that the Angelic Realm sends me warnings about problems that are very important to my duration on Earth.
Once, in 1999, with regard to this same group of psychics and black magickers, I disregarded what the angels told me. That has led to a world of trouble since then. In the most Soul searing circumstances, over the course of several decades, I have come to an understanding of the fundamental role that angels play in guiding our life on Earth.
Thus, in the years since that first catastrophic event in 1999, I have decided always to listen to the Angelic Realm. On that fateful day seventeen years later … 1 July 2016 … the Angelic Realm was telling me to be very much on guard. And to steer clear of physical danger.
On parking the car, I very gingerly walked along to the gate of the place I intended to visit. Now at the time I did not know for sure whether the oriental man I had seen, who was accompanied by a demon, and driving a little vehicle that had a leaf brush wheel on it for sweeping streets … I did not know whether or not that person was connected with this place.
Full of presentiment, I stepped inside the gate. And my angel warned me, without words: The feeling I got, was that I should go no farther.
Fortunately, there was a little bench right there next to the gate. So I sat on the bench. As I sat there, the oriental person that had been driving the leaf-sweeping vehicle drove up, and entered that place. From that I gathered he might have been a groundskeeper there. Then he drove off, along the inside edge of the fence nearest me.
Then from off in the distance, where the vehicle was going along, I heard an astral conversation. The groundskeeper seemed to be talking to the entity variously termed Satan or Lucifer or Ba’al. In the conversation the name ‘V— D—‘ was used as a pseudonym for that entity. This is a nickname known to many, in recent years, through stories on the astral plane.
I feel it best not to write out the words of the nickname, as I can trace them to the given names of two people now alive. I feel it inappropriate to saddle these two people with the words, as the moniker might, for all I know, be a ‘take-down’ devised by black magickers in Los Angeles, with intent to destroy two good Souls.
To return to the story: On the astral plane, I heard the groundskeeper talking to Satan … or maybe it was the demon riding him that was doing the talking.
Satan said: Have you succeeded in detaining her on the grounds?
The groundskeeper … or maybe his devil … said: No, she’s too close to the gate …
From that, I gathered I had best stay quite close to the gate. And that I did!
There I sat, mulling over the import of these events for a little while. Then who should walk up, and come to a halt right nearby, but the curly-haired, grey-haired man whom I several weeks later encountered full of hatred in the dream alluded to at the beginning of this blog.
Until that day, I had never met that curly-haired man; however, as mentioned earlier, in the astral realm he had for quite some years been associated with those people that I met in that fateful year 1999, and shortly thereafter. It seemed to me he must have heard from them, or inherited from them, their grudge against me.
How Holding a Grudge Can Turn the Mind to the Hell Worlds. What is it that grudges do?To my ken, they retard our Souls from the awakening process. They hold us down in the hellworlds until we can set ourselves free of that ‘grudge mental filter’ … until we can let that thought go, through forgiving ourselves and forgiving others.
Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Last Demon in LA … Continued
The astral story about the place I visited went on, something like this …
I said, full of curiosity: Why did you wish to detain me?
A second man … who seemed to me to be the curly-haired man’s superior in terms of prestige and psychic power … said to me, from far off in the distance, in an offhand way: Don’t worry; you won’t be hurt. I only want to enter your mind, to learn all that you know. Then my ‘mind wipe’ will remove those memories from you.
I had been through this ‘mind wipe’ procedure at their hands twice priorly, in years past. The first time especially, I recalled a feeling of stark, egoic terror.
By the second time a ‘mind wipe’ occurred, I had begun to realize that the stark terror of the first event had been due to misidentification of the intellect of this frail incarnation with the greater intelligence of my cosmic Awareness. The second time around I had thought: I survived the first ‘mind wipe’. Maybe I will survive the second attempt as well.
And survive I did, but not without a continuing feeling of distaste for this power-over maneuver by the black magickers of Los Angeles. As I sat on the bench on their grounds, I thought: Really! How dare they! How dare they, on this free-will planet, attempt to enslave and bend humankind to their will!
At the same time as this indignation began to well up in my bosom, I got a visual image of the groundsworker roping my hands behind my back, and then of the second man performing the ‘mind wipe’, his intention immediately afterwards being to murder me through a technique termed ‘psychic heart attack’.
All the more reason to stick close to the gate … And soon to be gone! Which is, in fact, what happened.
From that visit, what I learned … in the way of ‘Angelic intel’ …. that it is best for me, personally, to steer clear of that place, for my own personal safety. And I also learned that there is at least one demon left in Los Angeles.
That, then, is the tale of “The Last Demon LA,” and the setting for the rest of the first tale, the story of the late night astral encounter with the angry curly-haired man mentioned at the beginning of this blog …
Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Darkest Hours … Continued
On the night that I spoke of at the beginning of this blog …. a night several weeks after the encounter with the last demon in LA … I met the curly-haired man on the astral plane. He was more than a little miffed that they had not been able to lay hands on me that day …
The End Times and the ‘Gravity Well’ Effect. According to the astral stories, amongst that group of psychics, the modus operandi (MO) is that they are capturing women with children, or pregnant women, on their grounds, and torturing them to death … sometimes for hedonistic pleasure, and sometimes for profit through theft of their wealth.
Could this, in any realm of possibly, be so? Sometimes these awful stories arise from just one incident, and are exaggerated on the astral plane. Perhaps that was the case in this instance.
Offputting as it may be, this is the sort of thing that only comes up on the astral plane in the End Times. I hasten to add that, though it be true these are the End Times, they are also the time of New Beginning, and times when we can, through our newly acquired timeline optimization skills, favorably alter our karmic outcomes.
Let us take into consideration that those people …
who are holding grudges,
and are operating on the notion that ‘anything goes if it’s good for my group’ …
that the ends justify the means …
or are dealing in drugs …
or are dealing in prostitution … holding other people as prostitutes working for them …
or are dealing with black magic …
or are sacrificing other people’s lives or health or spiritual welfare for the sake of their group or for their own personal sake …
… these sorts of people are being dragged down in a kind of a ‘gravity well’, as some say. Some are proposing, on the astral plane, that this may be the case.
It is as if they were sinking down into the deepest, heaviest part of the astral plane … maybe in the center of Earth. Because of its density, the very center of Earth is uncomfortable for us; but is a healing place as well. The minute that they can release these emotional notions that are so heavy, and so dark and dense, they will spring forth into the Halls of Amenti and be healed.
Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Darkest Hours … Conclusion
But this was not the case on the night when I was talking with the curly-haired gentleman on the astral plane night … at least, not quite then. Here is how it went …
The curly-haired man had a particularly dense, dark thought: He felt hatred for me, and he wanted my life to end. It could have been a thought with regard to anyone. It was the density of the thought that was important; that density caused what happened immediately thereafter …
The curly-haired man spoke with the second man … the man of greater prestige and psychic power. As they spoke … in fact, right before they spoke … I had a presentiment that something catastrophic was going to happen … and that there was nothing that I could do about it; that I must maintain a neutral attitude, and let God do whatever needed to be done in this situation.
As I tried to hold a ‘neutral mind’, my own thoughts, which are often more catastrophic than the events that God concocts, ran towards the notion … as in the Old Testament … of Sodom and Gomorrah. I had the feeling that karma was going to pile down on the curly-haired man! Everything was going to burn! Or there would be a terrible earthquake, and everything would go down!
In my mind I stood at the ready, just in case. I waited, as they say on the East Coast, ‘with bated breath’, and held, as best I might, a neutral space.
In a nanosecond, the curly-haired person … who was at a building on the grounds I had visited several weeks early …. said: Is this building shaking?
I thought: Oh, no, not that!
Then, in my dream, the curly-haired man walked outside the building. In a tumble, in the dream world, it seemed to me there was a woman locked up, or detained, inside. She had been detained for many years, for reasons that I do not know.
I gathered this curly-haired man was in charge of that place. He was the woman’s ‘jailer’ … which duty he performed for his group through 24-7 psychic rape and mind control of the woman, as it seemed in the dream.
The curly-haired gentleman came outside, and he saw there was a crack in the foundation of that building. He was unsure whether it was safe to go back in, or whether it might be about to fall down. And that was the end of the dream.
Conclusion
From that dream I gathered that the deep, dark feelings and thoughts that we have right now can actually manifest on Earth … not in a catastrophic, ‘Sodom and Gomorrah’ way, perhaps; but rather in the minimal, optimal way that God considers the right thing.
I ask those who pursue nefarious psychic careers in Los Angeles … assassination, blood sacrifice and black magic being, to my mind, foremost of the offending instances … l ask that you keep that in mind. I feel your preferred timeline may create these kinds of minor catastrophes. But if you optimize your timelines, then this probably will not happen; it probably will not be the case.
Speaking to the deep and dark in each of us: Let us optimize our timelines, and let us improve our physical circumstances, as well as our spiritual circumstances, in this time of New Beginnings!
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What a set of astral stories, are they not? What amazing stories are circling round the noosphere!
In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
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FOOTNOTE
(1) Image: Vitality Globule, from “The Etheric Double: The Health Aura of Man,” by Arthur E. Powell, page 19 … http://www.hermetik-international.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/08/powell4.png … DESCRIPTION: Vitality globule, which consists of an ‘original atom’ bound to 6 more … COMMENT: To me, the image looks like a string of hearts!
These are atmospheric atoms invigorated with prana from the Sun. They are absorbed into the spleen chakra (aka the splenic chakra) like this …
Link: Spleen Chakra Absorbing Vitality Globules, in “The Etheric Double: The Health Aura of Man,” by Arthur E. Powell … http://hpb.narod.ru/EthericDouble.htm … Search the term: Diagram XIII … DESCRIPTION: A person, showing spleen chakra (which is below the lowest left rib) absorbing vitality globules
………………………………………………………….. AMAZING ASTRAL STORIES: THE DARKEST HOURS . THE LAST DEMON IN LA: ROUGH DRAFT
Dear Ones,
Below is the rough draft of another set of amazing astral stories about logging onto dense dark thought forms. At the beginning is an Outline of the Rough Draft, then the video, then an edited Summary after the video. The Outline includes the subheadings in the video as well as important points extracted from the text …
OUTLINE OF THE ROUGH DRAFT
VIDEO BY ALICE: ROUGH DRAFT
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO:ROUGH DRAFT
Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Darkest Hours
Psychically ‘dark’ time of night: the wee small hours of the morning, when vitality globules are at their lowest ebb in our atmosphere (1)
Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Last Demon in Los Angeles … 1 July 2016, in Northeast Los Angeles
On how we are experience different levels of the astral plane as we ascend to the fifth dimension (Christ consciousness)
On Paying Attention to Omens and to Our Guardian Angels
A bad omen: a person accompanied by a demon. The importance of paying attention to omens, and following the advice of our angel guides.
How Holding a Grudge Can Turn the Mind to the Hell Worlds
About how holding grudges can hold us down in the hell worlds on the astral plane
Intention to kidnap and mind control
Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Last Demon in LA … Continued
Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Darkest Hours … continued
Intention to capture and torture women with small children (!?)
The End Times and the ‘Gravity Well’ Effect
These times that are upon us, the End Times, are also the times of New Beginning
Right now, it feels like some folks are being dragged down into a ‘gravity well’ … typically this has to do with very dark energies, such as:
holding grudges
the notion that anything goes, that the end justifies the means
dealing drugs
prostitution or pandering
using black magic, or
intent to sacrifice others physically or spiritually for one’s own sake or for the sake of one’s group
How this ‘gravity well’ may be near the center of astral Earth
The minute we can turn away from these dense thoughts and emotions, we will switch from the lowest hell world experiences on the astral plane negative to the strongest healing energies of the astral world … to the healing Halls of Amenti and the healing energies of St. Germain.
Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Darkest Hours … Conclusion
Co-creating the dark: about how a person’s very dense dark thought apparently caused a crack in the foundation of his residence
How God’s mercy mitigates the damage we do to our timeline through dense dark thoughts
On how optimizing our timelines can improve our physical and spiritual circumstances during this time of New Beginning
VIDEO BY ALICE: ROUGH DRAFT
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO: ROUGH DRAFT
Hello, Dear Ones, It’s Alice. I am of the Stars.
Well, lately I’ve been dealing a lot with amazing astral stories. And so I have one to tell you today. An incredible astral story …
Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Darkest Hours
Sometimes, especially at night, I log onto people who have very dense, dark thoughts. Typically, who are involved in drugs, or especially the drug trade, selling drugs. Or they might be involved in activities that injure the physical bodies of other people, or the Spirit of other people, or in black magic. People who are involved in black magic tend to fall into these very dense, dark thought forms.
And so, I encounter these at night. For some reason … in my opinion, apparently the lack of vitality globules, (1) which allow the body to absorb a lot of vitality during the daylight hours. These globules are at their lowest ebb in the wee, small hours of the morning. So, generally speaking, those are the times when black magic is practiced.
So anyway, I was encountering this particular person who was thinking very, very full-of-hatred thoughts with regard to yours truly … me! [chuckles] And so, the conversation was going along in rather a halting style.
And he thought a particularly deep hatred … this is like a long-standing pattern of hatred that existed amongst the people that he knew. So, he and the people that he knew had held a grudge against me for … oh, more than a decade. A long time.
And I didn’t know him. But I had seen his countenance once, not too long ago. And that’s a whole separate story … But, I should probably tell that story …
Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Last Demon in LA
On 1 July 2016, I thought I would go and visit a place in Northeast Los Angeles, to see how it was faring with regard to its level in the astral realm. You know, we’re all proceeding through the astral realm, as we arise and ascend and awaken, on our way to the fifth dimension, which is the realm of Christ consciousness.
And people are at various levels of the astral realm right now, as they’re experiencing, and releasing, and clearing through their Soul field.
So anyway, a few weeks back, I thought I would go and visit this place, which was relatively distant from where I live. So I took some time, and I went down there. And the first thing I saw was a few blocks from this place:
There was someone in a little vehicle that’s used to sweep the streets privately. And this person had a dark aspect to him. I saw him near an intersection on a residential street. And it put me off, to the extent where I turned around, right there at the intersection, and went back a block. And then decided to go ahead and go forward again.
So I came back, and there he was, still at that intersection, making a circle round there, without the leaf sweeper attachment being used. He was just circling around, right there. And it seemed, to my waking mind, that he was waiting for me specifically.
On Paying Attention to Omens and Our Guardian Angels.This was a bad omen. [laughs] Because, riding next to him, I saw a demon. Now, I very rarely see demons, these days. So that set me up straight! There’s typically no demons left, around the Los Angeles area.
So I continued onward. My destination was a few blocks farther on. And I lost my way once, and then I found my way back, and then I parked near the gates of the place.
I had this omen before me, and I’ve learned to pay attention to omens, because they’re a way that the angelic realm sends me warnings about problems that are very important to my duration on Earth.
Once, with regard to this same group of people, I disregarded what the angels told me. And that has led to a world of trouble since then. And an understanding of the very important role that the angels play in guiding our life on Earth.
So since then, I’ve decided: Always, always, to listen to the Angelic Realm. And that day, the Angelic Realm was telling me to be very much on guard. And to steer clear of physical danger.
So, I parked the car. And I very gingerly walked along to the gate of the place where I was going. Now at the time I did not know for sure, whether the person that I had seen, who was accompanied by a demon, and driving a little cart that had a leaf brush wheel on it for sweeping streets … I did not know whether or not that person was connected with this place.
So, full of presentiment [laughs] … this is what prophets sometimes do! … full of presentiment, I stepped inside the gate. And my angel warned me, without words: The feeling I got, was that I should go no farther.
Fortunately, there was a little bench right there, next to the gate. So I sat on the bench. And as I sat there, the person that had been driving the cart, drove up on the cart, and entered that place. And started off, in the direction along the edge of the fence opposite me.
From there I heard, on the astral plane, him (the driver) talking to someone whose name is known to many on the astral plane … that name being merely a pseudonym for the word Satan or Lucifer or Ba’al. But there’s this common name, that’s used a lot in the astral stories; it really means Satan.
Ok, so he was talking to Satan; or his demon was talking to Satan. And it said: Have you succeeded in detaining her on the grounds?
And the gardener said back: No, she’s too close to the gate. … This was off in the distance, where the cart was going along, that I heard that.
So from that, I gathered I’d best stay quite close to the gate. [laughs] Which I did!
So I was sitting there. And who should walk by me, but this other person, that the other night I was hearing the dark thoughts from. I had never met this person before, but he was associated with some people that I met more than a decade ago. He had apparently heard from them, or inherited from them, this grudge …
How Holding a Grudge Can Turn the Mind to the Hell Worlds.Now grudges: What do they do? They retard our Souls from the awakening process. They hold us down in the hellworlds until we can set ourselves free of that mental filter, that ‘grudge mental filter’ … whatever it is. Until we can let that thought go, through forgiving ourselves and forgiving others.
Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Last Demon in LA … Continued
The astral story about the place I visited went on, something like this …
I said, full of curiosity: Why did you wish to detain me?
And someone said far off in the distance, that they wanted to mind control me and learn what I had to tell them. Also, at the same time, I got a visual image of the gardener roping my hands behind my back, and of my being killed afterwards. So! All the more reason to stick close to the gate. And soon to be gone! Which is, in fact, what happened.
So, from that visit, what I learned … in the way of ‘Angelic intel’ …. [laughs] … I learned that it’s best for me, personally, to steer clear of that place, for my own personal safety. And I also learned that there’s at least one demon left in Los Angeles.
So that’s the setting for the second encounter, the late night astral encounter with the angry man I spoke of at the beginning of the video ...
Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Darkest Hours … Continued
And so that particular night that I spoke of at the beginning of this video … which was some weeks later … I encountered on the astral plane the same person that I had heard on the astral plane on my visit to that place. And he was, specifically, miffed that they hadn’t been able to lay hands on me that day.
I would say that, amongst that group, the modus operandi(MO) … is that how you say it? … right now … at least, on the astral plane, the astral story is that they’re capturing women with children, or pregnant women, on their grounds, and torturing them to death. Could this, in any realm of possibly, be so? Seems unlikely.
The End Times and the ‘Gravity Well’ Effect
This is the sort of thing that only comes up on the astral plane in the End Times. These are the End Times … but they’re also the time of New Beginning.
So we have to take into consideration, that the timeline of people …
who are holding grudges,
and operating, too, on the notion that ‘anything goes if it’s good for my group’ …
that the ends justify the means …
or dealing in drugs …
or dealing in prostitution; holding other people as prostitutes working for them …
or dealing with black magic …
or sacrificing other people’s lives or health or spiritual welfare for the sake of their group for their own personal sake …
These sorts of people are being dragged down in a kind of a ‘gravity well’, some say. Some are proposing, on the astral plane, that this may be the case.
It’s as if they were sinking down, in the astral plane, into the deepest, heaviest part of the astral plane … maybe in the center of Earth. And the very center of Earth is a healing place, too. So the minute that they can release these mental notions, these emotional complexes that are so heavy, and so dark and dense, they will spring forth into the Halls of Amenti and be healed.
Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Darkest Hours … Conclusion
But this was not the case that night when I was talking with that person on the astral plane … at least, not quite yet. So I was talking, and this is how it went:
This person had a particularly dense, dark thought: In this case, to do with hating me, and wanting my life to end. It could have been a thought with regard to anyone. It was the density of the thought that was important.
As they spoke … in fact, right before they spoke … I had a presentiment that something catastrophic was going to happen there. And that there was nothing that I could do about it. And that, in fact, I would maintain a neutral attitude, and let the Divine do whatever it needed to do in this situation.
So I held a ‘neutral mind’. And my own thoughts, which are often more catastrophic than the Divine concocts, ran towards the notion … like in the Old Testament … everything Sodom and Gomorrah … everything was going to pile down on this person! Everything was going to burn! Or there would be a terrible earthquake, and everything would go down! That’s what I was thinking … I guess because I was raised on the Bible, right? [laughs]
So I was ready, just in case. I was just waiting, and holding this neutral space. And in a nanosecond, the person on the other side said: Is this building shaking?
And I’m kind of holding my breath. Is this building shaking? And I’m going, Oh, no, not that! [laughs]
And so then, according to the astral story, he walked outside the building. There was apparently a woman locked up, or detained, inside … and had been detained for, apparently, many years, for reasons that I don’t know.
This was the person that was supposed to be in charge of that place. And he was the ‘jailer’. And he came outside, and he apparently saw that there was a crack in the foundation of that building. And there was a bunch of commotion about whether he should go back in. About whether it was going to fall down or something like that …
All this is beside the point. The point is that these deep, dark feelings and thoughts that we have right now can actually manifest on Earth. Not to the catastrophic extent that I considered possible. But to the minimal, optimal extent that God considers the right thing.
So keep that in mind, as you pursue these sorts of careers. I know your preferred timeline may create these kinds of minor catastrophes. But if you optimize your timelines, then this probably won’t happen. It probably won’t be the case, ok?
So, speaking to the deep and dark in each of us: Let us optimize our timelines, and let us improve our physical circumstances, as well as our spiritual circumstances.
You all take care. Love you lots!
What a story, huh? What amazing stories are circling round the noosphere!
In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
Happened on 1 July 2016; narrated and filmed on 20 July 2016; published on 22 July 2016; revised on 25 November 2025
Location: Los Angeles, California
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Link: “Compendium: Catastrophic Childhood Case Study: ‘Black Magicker’,” by Alice B. Clagett, Written and published on 8 April 2021; revised on 26 October 2022 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-jtG .. https://wp.me/p2Rkym-min
These are atmospheric atoms invigorated with prana from the Sun. They are absorbed into the spleen chakra (aka the splenic chakra) like this …
Link: Spleen Chakra Absorbing Vitality Globules, in “The Etheric Double: The Health Aura of Man,” by Arthur E. Powell … http://hpb.narod.ru/EthericDouble.htm … Search the term: Diagram XIII … DESCRIPTION: A person, showing spleen chakra (which is below the lowest left rib) absorbing vitality globules
Image: “Castaic Lake State Recreation Area, Los Angeles County, California 4: Fence Lizard,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 May 2025, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: “Castaic Lake State Recreation Area, Los Angeles County, California 4: Fence Lizard,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 May 2025, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
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INTRODUCTION
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
Blessings of the Noontime Sun
PHOTOS BY ALICE
VIDEO CREDITS
INTRODUCTION
Dear Ones,
Here is a poem entitled “Blessings of he Noontime Sun” that I envisioned on 10 March 2016. The video also features a comely fence lizard, as you will soon see …
VIDEO BY ALICE
SUMMARY OF THE VIDEO
Blessings of the Noontime Sun
A Vision by Alice B. Clagett 10 March 2016; recited on 2 May 2025
Blessings of the noontime sun
To the tribes of earthbound ones.
Bless, thou legions of the light,
Bless the armies of the night.
Blessings of love,
Blessings of light,
Blessings of joy to the earthbound ones.
Greetings of hearts open wide
To those whose great delight is pride.
Greetings of deepest joy
To those of skillful ploy.
Oh my dearest sons of man,
Let us greet that other band
with hope, and faith, and love of God …
Tho their feet be oddly shod.
Blessings of the noontime sun
To the tribes of earthbound ones.
Greetings to Michael of the Earth,
Remembering his noble birth,
Soon soon free to find his place
Amongst that Archangelic race.
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In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
Written and published on 10 March 2016; filmed on 1 May 2025; video published and post revised on 2 May 2025
PHOTOS BY ALICE
Image: “Castaic Lake State Recreation Area, Los Angeles County, California 1: The Trailhead,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 May 2025, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: “Castaic Lake State Recreation Area, Los Angeles County, California 1: The Trailhead,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 May 2025, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
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Image: “Castaic Lake State Recreation Area, Los Angeles County, California 2: Yerba Santa (Eriodichtyon crassifolium) 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 May 2025, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: “Castaic Lake State Recreation Area, Los Angeles County, California 2: Yerba Santa (Eriodichtyon crassifolium) 1,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 May 2025, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
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Image: “Castaic Lake State Recreation Area, Los Angeles County, California 4: Yerba Santa (Eriodichtyon crassifolium) 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 May 2025, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: “Castaic Lake State Recreation Area, Los Angeles County, California 4: Yerba Santa (Eriodichtyon crassifolium) 2,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 May 2025, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
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Image: “Castaic Lake State Recreation Area, Los Angeles County, California 5: Where I Was Sitting,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 May 2025, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
Image: “Castaic Lake State Recreation Area, Los Angeles County, California 5: Where I Was Sitting,” by Alice B. Clagett, 1 May 2025, CC BY-SA 4.0 International, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..
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VIDEO CREDITS
“Blessings of the Noontime Sun”
A vision by Alice B. Clagett
Written on 10 March 2016 and produced on 2 May 2025
Location: Castaic Lake State Recreation Area, Los Angeles County, California, CA
Creative Commons BY-SA 4.0 International –
By Alice B. Clagett
The tipping point of ‘The Shift’ took place 21-24 December 2012, in a series of Shifts so gentle that many did not notice them, except to find that their lives had turned a corner from struggle to peace, from pain to physical and mental well-being, from anger and fear to the understanding that we are loved. That we are love.
How great is the Divine, to be able to accomplish all that, this amazing Shift, in the wink of an eye! She rearranged our entire Universe and set it on a course straight back to awareness of Her. Of All That Is. She did this in less than a nanosecond, as we dreamed on.
And yet, our dreams are sweeter now. Slowly, ever so slowly, the energy threads of the unconscious thought cloud of the world are unraveling from the energy of our conscious minds. Where does this energy go when it disappears from our World? That’s easy, my dears … it dissolves in Love.
What will take the place of all the misery engendered by the unconscious thought cloud of the world? Slowly but surely, the League of Humankind will begin to come into its own. It will remember the great power of its beginning … the power of its superconscious mind, and the even greater power of Planetary Consciousness, of oneness with all mankind and with the Planet. The interconnectedness of all life. A deep consciousness of the life and love that flow through all things, sentient and insentient.
What will be your role in all this? What is your mission? Ah, there’s the mystery and the challenge of New Earth! To discover why we came here. To live that ever-changing Truth each moment. To help our new Beingness unfurl her wings and fan bright the flame of each and every heart. To be what we long to be … to inspire the world with music, to dance our new delight, to paint our vision, to build our tomorrow.
Dear Ones, I thank you for being here in this time of great change, of great rejoicing, of new-found Love. I wish for you the unfoldment of your sweetest dreams on New Earth.
In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
Written and published on 30 December 2012; revised on 18 August 2025
Yesterday, December 21st, 2012, was the day when the Dark forces lost their ability to control the subconscious minds of mankind. Yes! Thank goodness!
Today, December 22nd, 2012, is the day when all harmful thoughts and actions … those of mankind as well as those of the Dark forces, will begin to instantaneously boomerang back to their senders. So I am on high alert to do no harm in thoughts or deeds from this day forth. And to quickly learn the lesson that is brought forth when I slip up.
In love, light and joy
This is Alice B. Clagett.
I Am of the Stars … and so are you!
Written and published on 30 December 2012; revised on 18 August 2025
Alice B. Clagett
