A Childhood Story: Picking Blackberries . by Alice B. Clagett

Filmed on 3 October 2015; published on 5 October 2015


Dear Ones,

This is a story from my childhood. It has to do with how our occupations influence our dreams …



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

I have a story to tell you about my young childhood. It has to do with one of the very first jobs I ever had. And that was: Picking blackberries with my sister.

We lived in the country, and you had to go quite some way … for a young child, it was quite some way, over the fields, to get to the blackberry patches that were the best. We had an idea that we were going to pick a bucket full of blackberries a day, for a couple of days, and we were going to sell them by the basket. I forget what you call it; not the tiny basket, like raspberries are now in, but like the smaller tomato basket in the supermarket.

We were going to sell them in those baskets … of course, they were wooden baskets, in those days … to our mother, for her to use for our family, at 15 cents a basket. And if it was more extended family member, like one of our cousins and uncles and aunts and grandparents, we were going to sell them … if possible … for 25 cents a basket. And we actually had some potential customers lined up.

So, early in the morning … around 9 o’clock in the morning … before it got too hot, and just when the blackberries got ripe, my sister and I went out, successfully avoided the cows in the field, that were always after chasing us because they thought we had food for them … so they used to frighten us … So we skirted round the field and the woods with the cows in them, and successfully avoided their attention. And then we headed for the blackberry patches on the edges and around the fences of the fields.

We picked tons of blackberries. That was the first day. Brought them all home. Mom wanted all of those. We had scratches all over our legs!

And that night, I remember dreaming about fields and fields of blackberries … Not with bushes and cows and trees and stuff. But just mountains of blackberries everywhere.

Even at a young age, I was pretty introspective, you know? And I got to thinking, that the way that we occupy ourselves during the day … the occupation that we have … whether we get paid for it or not … determines our dreams! You know? It has a lot to do with our astral life.

And so, I have been thinking, all these years, about that; about how important it is to figure out the things to do with my life, that will elevate my dreams the most. So I thought I would share that with you.

I wish you dreams of wonderful things … all night, every night; of the type of things that you really want for yourself; that you want to manifest in your life. And I wish you daytimes full of the kind of occupation that makes you the very happiest.

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

This blog has been added here … Link: “Compendium: My Childhood and Family, and Later Years,” by Alice B. Clagett, compiled and published on 21 March 2020; republished on 29 March 2020 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-haj ..

–from Link: “A Childhood Story: Picking Blackberries,” by Alice B. Clagett, filmed on 3 October 2015; published on 5 October 2015 … https://wp.me/p2Rkym-46y ..

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