THE STILLNESS

Photography by Stony River/AU

Photography by Stony River/AU

Prophecies are unfolding at a rapid rate. I am stilled to silence as a matter of self-discipline. The ability to be still is a gift that is needed in these times. Each of us needs to find the stillness within in order to forgo stepping on “cause and effect” landmines. We are aware that for each action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. Timing dictates the other “shoe-drop.”

Alice Parris

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HAPPY HOLIDAYS FROM ALICE PARRIS

Alice Parris @ 60 yrs old

Alice Parris @ 60 yrs old

I would like to take this opportunity to say to one and all: Happy Holidays! My daughter took this photo from her cell phone a few minutes ago. When I was born, the physician said that I would not live to see two years old. I have exceeded all expectations, for the which I am grateful. Now, two months shy of sixty, I can say that my length of days has been miraculous. Blessings and peace to all.

Alice Parris

ALICE PARRIS FAMILY TREE: MY FATHER’S HOUSE

My father, Harold B. Kelly M.D.

My father, Dr. Harold B. Kelly

My mother with children before I was born

Before I was born

My father with us as young children

When we were young

My mother with us as growing children

As we grew older

These are the houses that my family lived in. Some commentary from my mother about dates

Houses where we lived


These photos are of my father, my mother with my brother and sister (before I was born), My father, brother sister and I young, my mother, brother, sister and I a little older, and the houses that we grew up in. French was my first language because I grew up in Fontainbleu, France from ages 1 1/22 to 3 1/2. We were raised by French nannies, because my mother and father liked to travel all over Europe. Dr. Harold B. Kelly was a Captain in the army and that is where we were stationed. We traveled across the Atlantic Ocean on the Queen Mary. As I have aged, the more random French will roll off of my tongue in the most inappropriate of places.

I do not remember my very early childhood. I have watched films of myself running around at an Easter egg hunt on the grounds of the villa in France. They had to show me where the eggs were. My sister, Rhonda reports that we were locked in the cellar at the convenience of Antoinette or Louisiette, when their lovers would be over when my parents were out of town. I imagine that we were naughty children; my sister, Rhonda, threw a wooden coat hanger from the winding staircase and cracked one of them in the head. She was replaced.

We also lived in North Carolina (with a beach home in Myrtle Beach, S.C.) New Jersey (while my father did a residency in OB-GYN at Harlem Hospital in New York) as well as Shaker Heights, Ohio, as my father’s medical career dictated. I attended tenth grade in the High School where Paul Newman graduated. Alice Parris

ALICE PARRIS FAMILY TREE: MY GRANDPARENTS & CHILDREN

My young grandparents before marriage & their young children, Norma and Plummer

Plummer & Alice Richardson with children

A young Plummer Armstead Richardson-my uncle

Young Plummer Armstead Richardson

A young Norma Louise Richardson- my mother

A young Norma Louise Richardson

My grandfather, Plummer Benjamin Richardson

Plummer Benjamin Richardson-my grandfather

My grandmother Alice Cooper

Alice Cooper-my grandmother

My grandmother, Alice Cooper at an older ageAn older Alice Cooper

My grand father and uncle: Plummer Benjamin and Plummer Armstead Richardson

Plummer Benjamin & Plummer Armstead Richardson

Plummer Benjamin is shown at various stages of his life. Alice Cooper is shown at various stages of her life. While Plummer Benjamin was a mortician, Alice Cooper was a teacher with her Master’s Degree. She continued to pursue her academic career but because of the times, getting a P.H.D. that she could never use seemed pointless. Alice Cooper is a direct descentant of Sir Anthony Ashley Cooper II, son of the First Lord Proprietor of North Carolina, Sir Anthony Ashley Cooper I, per King Charles II in the 1600’s.

Alice Parris

ALICE PARRIS FAMILY TREE: VERY OLD LEAVES

Lucian Battle of Nashville, North Carolina

Alice Parris's great-great grandfatherLaura Battle Richarson in old age

Alice Parris's great-grandmother; Laura Battle RichardsonPlummer Alston Richardson in old age

Alice Parris's great-grandfatherPlummer Alston Richarson in middle age

Alice Parris's great-grandfatherPlummer Alston Richardson’s voting registrationPlummer Richardson's voting registration

Plummer and Laura Richarson with first born, Ethel
Alice Parris's great- grandparents

Lucien Battle was my great-great grandfather on my mother, Norma Richardson’s father’s side. He lived in Nashville, North Carolina. Lucien’s daughter was Laura Battle Richardson. She married Plummer Alston Richardson. Plummer Alston Richardson is shown in his old age. Laura Battle Richardson is shown in her old age. Plummer Alston Richardson is shown in his middle age. Plummer and Laura are shown in their youth, with Laura holding their first born child, Ethel Richardson. Also shown is Plummer Alston Richardson’s voting registration dated in 1902.

According to some family historians, Plummer Alston Richardson left a North Carolina reservation and became a “colored” barber in Nashville, North Carolina. A marriage was brokered by Lucien Battle (Caucasian) for his daughter, Laura (mulatto) to Plummer. Plummer was a European/Native American mixture. During his life, Plummer Alston had become a millionaire from multiple businesses and real estate. What part Lucien Battle played in Plummer’s ascendancy is speculated upon by rumor. His wife, Laura, survived Plummer and lived to be ninety-six years old. This information was not gotten from an ancestry registry. These are the actual photos and documents preserved by the family. Alice Parris

MOVING THROUGH REALMS OF DARKNESS INTO THE LIGHT

 

Faux-photography from Anna Donovan-poet

 
 
 
 I was born a “Sensitive.” This means that I have always been able to gather information that exists in spiritual realms. There are many forms of “knowing.” I will just call it PSI. Because I had such a strong degree of extra-sensory perception, I was recruited by the forces of darkness to be trained as a fortune-teller. This “recruitment” was something as simple as a “reader” telling my mother that I was born to be in the occult. She bought me a deck of  Tarot cards and told me that she would never spend another dime on “readers,” that I was going to read the cards for her. I started out studying astrology. This is the gateway to the occult, in the same way that “pot” is the gateway for other more destructive drug usages.

I got a crash-course in the secrets of darkness, the moment I desired it. It seems as if all of the secrets of darkness from antiquity were downloaded into my consciousness. I “knew” about ancient civilizations, their forms of prognostications, their occultic rituals, their gods. I knew about things as far flung as “The Book of the Dead” in Egypt, to the witch queens of New Orleans and Jamaica. I knew about the persecutions of witches during the period of the “great purge.” I knew about what lies in the dark, as well as who rules in the darkness.

I used to enjoy Halloween, before I understood that it is a holiday for Satan just as Christmas is a holiday for Christ. I hate Satan’s holiday.  It is a day where satanists & wiccans alike become more powerful due to the amassing of spirits who come to do their bidding. There is a great assembly of  demons dispatched to make Halloween special for serious practitioners and thrill seekers alike. What you don’t see are the spells cast, the curses uttered, and the sacrifices performed in the name of their god. It is a dark, grizzly mess. It is on Halloween where spirits are free to roam; to torment, hinder and harrass human beings who are not protected by God. The only way to become innoculated from forces of darkness and to gain the power to overcome them when attacked, is to know Jesus Christ, and know that He and He alone  is the name which will repel them. I learned this the hard way. I have never looked back.

I am a defector of darkness. There is a great spiritual bounty upon my head. I knew the secrets of darkness and turned to the “glorious light.” For ten years after I became a Christian, I wandered in the wilderness. Over a period of fourteen years, I had accumulated a slew of demons who would do my bidding, should I require it. It took ten years for the Lord to undo the “unclean” mess which was Alice. During this wilderness time, I moved to one of the UFO capitals of the world; Arizona. It was there that I backslid into the New Age, which is basically the old occult, repackaged in holograms and crystals. Satan kept trying to get me back, to get me to use my telepathy/clairvoyance/clairaudience for him. He tried continuously to deceive me during this ten years of wilderness. There are others who think that they can call Jesus their Saviour and if their prayers are not answered quickly enough, they dabble in darkness.  They will seek out practitioners of the occult to try and effect the change they want. Most of these practitioners will do whatever curses are required for money. Others consider themselves working for God, but they are deceived.

You cannot have it both ways. This is one of Satan’s greatest deceptions. You are either God’s or you are NOT!  There are many types of demons and fallen angels are the overlords of these workers of darkness. These would be the fallen angels(principalities) which would have rule over countries, very much like in the book of Daniel, where Daniel seeks the Lord and the prince of Persia withstands Gabriel (God’s messanger) Prince Michael (head of the warring angels: the one who physically kicked Lucifer (Satan) and his followers(one third of the angels of the Lord) out of Heaven during the “great revolt.”  Satan remains legalistic. Which means that he knows the Word of God better than anyone. He knows what he and his “crew” are allowed.  The trophy for him is the utter corruption of a human being, for which he doesn’t give a fig. He just wants to deprive the Father of sons and daugthers; the very thing that Christ died for.

Satan has created many prisons upon the earth for his “chattel.” Prisons of fear, addiction, lust, hatred, violence, murder, depression, suicide. The workers of darkness will choose a target. They will then need to adjust the hearing of their human target to the frequency of angels; fallen and unfallen alike. (the high pitch frequency) Once they have done this, they can talk into the head of the target. If the target listens, they proceed to the next step which would be controlling the mind of the target. Parents would see this in dark changes of behavior in their children. The target would gravitate to anything unholy, profane and unclean. The powers of darkness need to accumulate symbols or “accursed things” within the living quarters of the target, which will give them the legal right to operate. Once they control the mind of the target, they will plant ideas of corruption. By direct command they will tell the target to steal, kill and destroy whatsoever it is that will benefit the kingdom of darkness. When a target has been “possessed” by enough dis-embodied spirits, they will become “living evil.” They will no longer be the target or victim, they will be the perpetrator. They would have become a pawn in Satan’s very elaborate scheme to prolong his days and to destroy the human species: which is God’s portion.

During the end of my “wilderness period,” where I was deceived by everything from the New Age, channeling, UFO worship and angel worship, The Lord challenged me. I was on my way to a bookstore to look up some one’s astrological chart when an young, on-fire-man-of-God spoke to me while I was looking in the occult section. He said, “What are you doing here? You know what the Word of God says about this, what are you doing here?”  I was in shock and mumbled something inadequate. He said, “God told me that you believe in reincarnation, too. You know what the Word says about it. What are you doing here?”  I was freaked out! Nobody knew that I was going to this bookstore but me and God. I figured that God wasn’t going to say anything, so I went. I never imagined an encounter of this kind.  It was the fire in this young man’s eyes and his true assertions that burdened my heart. So I had a talk with God.

I said, “Lord, I have all of this occultic knowledge in my head. What am I to do with it?”  I heard Him say, “It destroys your testimony and hinders your walk.” From that day until this, I have never backslid into the occult again. The Lord asked many things of me. One of them was to give up Tarot card reading. I was good enough to teach and I was making money by word of mouth with the cards. I said, “Yes, Lord.” I gave up Tarot cards, occultic practices (used to gain advantage) and any “graven images,” forbidden books and the practicing of numerology, palmistry and telepathic mind control.  It was after this test, that He led me to a “prophetic” church where I was taught the Word and began to operate in the gifts of the Holy Spirit. God will not mix clean with unclean.  He will  not give his gifts nor authority to anyone who thinks that they can “have their cake and eat it too.” God commands absolute faithfulness in those who call him Saviour and those who evolve enough to call him their Lord.

There you have it. I know that there are many who wonder by whose authority I speak. I can feel them. I can feel anyone whose mind is on me anywhere in the world. Occultic practitioners, don’t bother to attack me. You will find it a waste of your time, and dangerous to your health. Curiosity seekers, I hope you have your answers. Christians of all persuasions, I can only tell you about my conversion. I can only speak for myself.  I operate in the prophetic. The Lord taught me how to discern between familiar spirits and the Holy Spirit speaking to me. I keep my dial tuned to the Holy Spirit at all times. This is my only safety. I could turn to any channel and know about anything going on behind closed doors. These things are not my concern. I learned and practiced ‘spiritual warfare” for twenty-one years. There is so much more that I could say, but I will simply say this, pray to be like the sons of Issacar who had knowledge of the times and season that they were in.  If you do not know the Lord, call upon Him, whereby you will be saved from the times which are coming upon the face of the earth. Pray to be counted “worthy.”   Be still; call upon the name above all  other names.

Alice Parris

PRECIOUS GIFTS FROM ANNA DONOVAN-POET

One of the many people I have met online has been Anna Donovan. She is an extremely talented up and coming poet, as well as an amazing artist. She has been kind enough to make gifts for me from some of my photos.  I am going to show you what she gave. I am grateful for her friendship and I would like to share some of her “vision” with you.   Alice Parris

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