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Energetic Barrier Separating Positive from Negative Dimensions . by Alice B. Clagett

Written and published on 9 February 2020

  • Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Zebra-Stripe Spandex Transgender Woman in Stiletto Heels
  • Two Ominous ‘Movie Crew’ Encounters
    • Franciscan Capuchin Friars or Actors?
    • 29-Flavor Barbecue?
  • Another Energy Barrier Experience

Dear Ones,

There is an effect that takes place similar to that of people in Placemarker timelines failing to recognize family, friends, and acquaintances in the latters’ Awareness timelines. This effect, however, has to do with multidimensionality rather than multitemporality. It goes like this …

A Lightworker has strong positive energy of love; that is to say, fourth dimensional positive, the energy of the heart chakra when it exhibits unconditional love. A Darkworker, on the other hand, has strong negative energy of hatred; that is to say, fourth dimensional negative, the energy of the heart chakra when it exhibits unconditional hatred.

In the Lightworker’s Awareness timeline, when he or she meets a Darkworker also in their Awareness timeline, the dimensional disparity creates a barrier made of 1- or 2-foot-thick ‘air’, solid as ice, between the Lightworker’s physical body and the physical body of the Darkworker.

So the Lightworker will see the Darkworker, and vice versa, but the energetic barrier between them will prevent their interaction. I myself, as a Lightworker, experience a feeling of deep foreboding when such ‘brushes with the Dark’ occur.

Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Zebra-Stripe Spandex Transgender Woman in Stiletto Heels

I recall one such instance that occurred on 29 May 2016, or thereabouts. I was one of the co-chairs of a Rumi poetry meetup that used to get together on the beautiful grounds of Holy Spirit Retreat Center in Encino California. These grounds are run by the Catholic Sisters of Social Service as an interfaith retreat center.

On that fateful day in May 2016, I was heading towards the usual shady spot where our small group would meet, from time to time, outdoors near the chapel. I saw, heading towards the side door of the main building, a man who looked a little like well known movie star Tom Cruise who, I have read, attended a Catholic seminary for a while, then became a member of the Church of Scientology …

Link: “14 Celebrities Who Almost Became Priests or Nuns,” by Ranker …   https://www.ranker.com/list/15-celebrities-who-almost-became-priests-or-nuns/celebrity-lists .. 

Whether it was he or not, I do not know; it was only a brief glimpse, and the man’s back was nearly turned to me as he hastily walked away. For no reason I could peg to, I had a sense of foreboding.

Then I saw, sitting in the seat I usually sat in, at the little outdoor table where we used to meet, what appeared to be a tall, statuesque, improbably buxom transgender woman in a spandex outfit with wide, diagonal zebra stripes … black and white … and wearing stiletto high heels. Sitting beside her was a short, unattractive older woman, whom I took possibly to be her chaperone.

In the several years I had co-led the Rumi meetup on those grounds, I had occasionally found folks sitting at the spot where our small group usually met. However, I had never seen a person like this there before … or seen such a person anywhere at all, when it came right down to it.

Without knowing why, I had the most unusual sense of mortal peril. I felt that my life was on the line at that moment, and any false move might result in my death. Odd, is it not?

The tall woman  got up from her chair and headed leisurely towards me. She was walking in a way they used to call ‘sashay’ back home. She ‘sashayed’ in my direction. Her older companion followed behind her.

It was then that I experienced a big wall of energy between the tall woman and me. It was several feet thick. Maybe it was this wall of energy that prevented the woman from speaking to me, or maybe she did not see me at all. My own experience of the energy barrier was one of being protected from great evil. That is not to say that transgender women are evil … quite the contrary. It is just that Spirit guided me to steer clear of this particular person on that day.

To this day I am haunted by that unaccountable run-in. The shock of it propelled me to resign from my position as one of the organizers of the Rumi meetup.

Two Ominous ‘Movie Crew’ Encounters

As a by-the-by, clustered around that date were two other experiences with what seemed like movie actors. In both instances a group of automobiles full of people showed up just after I arrived at usually relatively deserted trailheads I planned to hike.

These batches of automobiles somehow reminded me of movie crews, which are often seen filming here in Southern California. In most cases, movie crews are accompanied by trailers for makeup or to provide food for the crews, but in these instance there were no trailers; thus I may have been mistaken.

Franciscan Capuchin Friars or Actors? The first instance took place in one of the parking areas of Malibu Creek State Park in the Santa Monica Mountains. There I encountered about 6 men dressed as Franciscan Capuchin Friars.

This was so unusual, in my experience of hiking Malibu Creek, that I took a snapshot of them, then left. Online I found out there appeared to be no such monastery nearby, so I wrote to the Franciscan Capuchin Friars near San Francisco, to find out whether they might identify my photo of the men I saw, but I never heard back from them about it. I checked into Franciscan Capuchin Friar outfits, and found they are for sale online; that would fit with the notion of actors, or a movie crew.

I also spoke with a ranger at Malibu Creek State Park about this and other strange things that happened there and at King Gillette Ranch across the road, at about that time; the ranger said he thought it had to do with cocaine use at that time, so I contacted LAPD (the Los Angeles Police Department) about it.

29-Flavor Barbecue? The other instance of what might have been a movie actor run-in had to do with what seemed to be two rangers, or maybe forest workers, who parked off Templin Highway near Castaic, California. That was close to the Fish Canyon Narrows trailhead which leads to the deserted Cienaga Campground.

When I saw these two men I had an odd feeling, so I asked them if it was safe to hike the trail. They said that I would probably be safe, but that I ought to be careful. That was a partial ‘heads up’ for me. As I turned to hike down to the trailhead, maybe 10 cars packed with people went past me.

I had never seen any traffic to speak of on that road, and the experience of many cars packed with people arriving just after I did reminded me of the Malibu Creek experience. So I thought I would wait for awhile, and see ‘how the wind blew’.

As I waited, I had the strangest vision of a film crew in a wilderness setting, with actors, male and female, sitting around a lifeless female body, preparing for a cannibal act featuring 29 flavors of barbecue sauce. Yikes! Was I ever suddenly ‘on guard’.

After awhile, all the cars, still loaded with people, came back up the hill and went away. I know it was not much to go on … just a few odd details of that day … but these days I have become more observant of what might be termed signs and omens. So I gave up on that hike and went off to another trailhead.

The title of this poem I composed some years later had to do with the vision I had that day while playing the ‘waiting game’ at my parking place off Templin Highway …

Link: “Cannibal Song: The 29-Flavor Barbecue . aka Ogreish Stew,” a poem by Alice B. Clagett, written on 2 May 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-cwW ..

The person described in the poem, however, was part of a different astral saga.

Another Energy Barrier Experience

Another instance of an energy barrier apparently created by a positive versus negative dimensional disparity is described here …

Link: “Alice’s Perilous Tales: The Man with the Trembling Pinkie,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 23 May 2019 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-cRe ..

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

Note: I have added this blog to an older blog … Link: “On Human Hybrids and Astral Velociraptors,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 20 November 2016; published on 25 November 2016 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6rs ..


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Visions by Alice: Astral Colonies on Humans . by Alice B. Clagett

Published as a separate blog on 6 February 2020


Dear Ones,

Some years ago, I woke up one night with the wildest vision that there were large, exceedingly wicked astral (4D) beings who were leasing out human beings to be ‘terraformed’ by tiny astral beings, a little like bacteria, only astral.

In the vision, each person was the ‘property’ of a collective of these beings; they had the papers to prove it! The purpose of these colonists on the leased-out humans was to turn our emotional energy negative, so it would be edible by the big, wicked astral beings.

Fortunately, after the 2012 Shift, the Incoming Light made Earth inhospitable to the big, wicked astral beings. Now, so the story goes, all we have to do it clean up the colonies of tiny astral beings in our own energy fields. I am thinking that bacteria (which I term elsewhere ‘Martian bacterial colonists of the human colon’) are physical manifestations of the tiny astral beings, so I figure the way to go is as in the video above.

I have not talked about this vision because it spooked me out pretty thoroughly, but now it is all ok. No worries! And three cheers for the Incoming Light!

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


I found the above as supplemental information here …

Link: “The Large Intestine and the Army of the Night,” by Alice B. Clagett, Filmed on 19 November 2016; published on 20 November 2016; revised and transcribed on 23 November 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-6qi ..

I have broken it out and published it separately in the current blog, as ought have been done originally.

For the complete Martian Archives, see …

Link: “Compendium of the Martian Archives: Bacterial Colonists of Earth,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 9 July 2017; last updated on 25 August 2018 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-7sz ..


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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
Added poem to: Tiny Anthologies: Wild West Poems

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

Dear Ones,


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 …


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.



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 …
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

Image: “Tinsel Head,” self-portrait by Alice B. Clagett, 18 December 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

Image: “Tinsel Head,” self-portrait by Alice B. Clagett, 18 December 2019, CC BY-SA 4.0, from “Awakening with Planet Earth,” https://awakeningwithplanetearth.com ..

See also Link: “Tiny Anthology: Funny Self-Portraits,” by Alice B. Clagett, published on 4 February 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-gjw ..


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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.


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


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


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 …



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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Vision: Lightworkers and Ascensioneers . by Alice B. Clagett

Published on 17 July 2019

Dear Ones,

Here is a vision I had last night; I thought I had best publish it, in case it should prove true …

Since 2012, there has been an attempt by black magicians to disband the Lightworkers, Pathfinders, Wayshowers, and Ascensioneers.

Apparently, there are 12 cybercriminals posing as web programmers and techies who have colluded in a campaign to lag our tags, categories, and urls with Google. Should this prove true, I feel it may be circumvented through manual submission to Google. Also, you may wish to speak with your website hosts about it.

On the psychic plane, black magickers have put quite a strong effort into turning Lightworkers, Pathfinders, Wayshowers, and Ascensioneers away from each other through casting aspersions regarding greed and competition, and also apparently through initiating lawsuits against us and psychically implying these legal actions are by other Lightworkers, when in fact this is not true.

A new Solar Cycle is dawning. Let us find each other once again, and share our work with the world.

God bless each of you with Light and love and joy!

Alice B. Clagett
I Am of the Stars


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