When A Whisper Is A Scream

Have you ever felt-though not asleep-

You cannot wake from a dark dream

From a whisper you hear a scream

It’s a deep crevasse from which it seems                                              you’ll never be freed

Your perception is deception

and you feel worth less-making you dizzy

Your most fundamental needs 

                            become a deep infection

You feel, no matter what, 

                                    every contradiction

You feel demeaned and even driven crazy

The outline becoming hazy

Until you can no longer make out

                                    your own intentions

A fractured mind is a doorway in the cruel

Dark night of knowing what adds fuel

To this ferocious bonfire of not enough care

It’s nobody’s fault yet they’re all guilty

                                           and it’s not fair 

how most can adapt to that kind of malaria 

and who starts out pure of heart

feels they turn evil with that

                                   dogma of convention

Eid Al Adha

​Our country and city are under siege

If we don’t fight back we’ll be lambs to the slaughter. I’m Allah’s daughter and the people are king. Make a fist with my hand and neutralize their grenades. The fascist spread of tear gas fades and rubber bullets better put their money where their mouth is. There are sacrifices to the god ICE. 

They gave them billions just like ISIS.

It’s priceless to see the look on the face

of an IDF soldier gets punched in the face by a 16 year old girl. A proud Palestinian daughter who was carefully taught to fight after seeing the savage sights that tore the life 

                      of the most humble in the world.

Then some kids carry out a terrorist attack?

Martyring a security officer and two devout men in California’s southern corridor

When families are trying to gather and provide for those in need- the hungry-the poor

Where refugees from Gaza can’t even feel safe moving thousands of miles away.

Why would they target them 

                                       and pick Eid Al Adha?

The three men that were murdered helped save 140 children from getting

                               killed by a teenage gunman

They are blaming the San Diego mayor

for his Zionist support and hate speech.

We must all come together

We must not turn our backs on ONE another

Letter To Ror

​As I have given your inability to be put under hypnosis much thought, I cannot help but feel that it is for good reason. Like some people such as poor David Wilcock have discussed, we will be able to have much higher capabilities in the near future regarding telepathy and cognition. There are those that want this prevented because it will take away their power.

I consider those who are already experiencing a lifting of the veil over the years, or could just see through it since their childhood, are an integral part of some shift that is set to occur. You could say shift or you could say battle. 

I hope there will be a cleansing of a very polluted world seemingly taken over by another breed of greedy and perverse tyrants. One that does evil and seems to have grown exponentially.

Maybe some people, I presume such as yourself and myself in my own way, are the ones who have to fight back. As a protection, you cannot be penetrated without divine intervention. Maybe it’s too dangerous because something else could slip through to attack your consciousness. I don’t know. I’ve been thinking about it long and hard and that is what came to me. The benevolent ones are protecting you.

I will never forget when, on three occasions, when Philip was still alive, that I got personal messages explaining that the star brothers and sisters that are connected to us on an emotional level conveyed that they are here for us as allies. Twice this happened in Yucatán, and once in Los Angeles. 

Every time, regular people were used, at least that is what it seemed like. Two times it was direct. The third time it was a person talking to somebody else, but it was what she said just as I was telepathically communicating purposefully with a starship above me. “I’m on your side.” That is what she said just as I was asking whether they were for us.

Quite some time before I knew you, I was blessed enough to know that I wasn’t just destined for the mundane. Many times the universe provided me clues. Clues often in the form of synchronicities. My first that I can remember was at 16 years old. 

It involved one of my best friends. She was crazy about a boy, also a friend of mine, Mark. We were on a Spring Break trip with her mother and mother’s gf. During the course of our road trip up Interstate 5 from Sacramento to Seattle, stopping in between at esoteric book stores to deliver her mom’s magazine called “If It Doesn’t Grow Corn,”

Enna would find numerology in every receipt and hotel room. The same numbers kept coming up. The number is four and eight kept coming up. On hotel room doors. Change from a purchase. My friend thought it was a date that would pertain to the boy she liked. We got back from spring break just before Easter.

On Monday we went back to school. that Friday, April 8, 1994, would be one of the most devastating days in my generation’s history. That was the day we found out that Kurt Cobain had died. I couldn’t help but believe that we were being led to that date with an understanding of some kind. Somewhere in our teenage hearts, and I knew that nobody could love Kurt more than we did. Truth be told, I still think about how my daughter seems like she could easily be the reincarnation of Kurt. From genius, to illness, to sadness, to depth, to beauty they share so many attributes.

I even write a song for Kurt that he was murdered, and now independent investigators are finding that this is probably the case.

When you and I did cross paths, so to speak, all my experiences with synchronicity seemed like preparation for the many occurrences of synchronicity that would happen between us. There was so much love there. The synchronicity itself brought me to heights of extreme belonging, remembrance of divinity, and my commitment to truth and wanting to be of service for the greater good. I thought that I really did find my twin flame. Thank you for sharing that with me.

Because these last year’s that I have been apart from my dearest husband, Philip and yourself, I have not been so fortunate. I do not see a 11:11. Everything seems off-balance. I have had occasion to feel that I am here for a purpose. I’ve even helped many people. At times there is a magical quality to my being able to help people in my field of natural health. 

But there’s nothing like what we had with our star brothers and sisters. I have seen them in the sky on a few occasions, but it doesn’t feel the same anymore. It doesn’t feel like they’re there for me or communicating with me. Mostly life has been survival. From one tragedy to another. From one hardship to another. I will always hold out hope for my connection to be repaired. I wonder if we will ever have that together again.

I miss our past conversations. I’m grateful to have had a time when we could discuss so many important subjects and emotions. I think of you always dear brother. I hope that we will never be strangers. All my love.

Uno Cauac

​

The New Meaning of Paint It Black

​Paint it black takes on a new meaning

The way you think we are stupid 

                                          is so demeaning

I see your red door and I want 

                                            to paint it black

No colors anymore for the Epstein class

Colors of princess dresses and blood red cracks

No more colors for the Epstein class

When will the people stop this evil crap

The crimes against children

Committed by all the upper class

Every last leader and artist at the top

Has either committed these crimes

Or covered them up

From Mick to Mickey Mouse

From Wall Street to the White House

Accountability has hugely faultered 

No more indignant righteousness

It’s the biggest sacrifice upon the altar

They tried to distract with war after war

We should realize what this fight is for

It’s for people who rape 

and cannibalize children 

vampires who suck this world in

Getting young off the babies

                              that they traumatized

Innocent yet, trans humanized children

Maybe the Cabal will have more years of corruption and dereliction

Maybe Iran will be the final prediction

They fight back with pictures of Tupac

and all they have is Hormuz 

                              to put up a roadblock

Paint it black takes on a new meaning

The way you think we are stupid 

                                          is so demeaning

I see your red door and I want 

                      to paint it black

No colors anymore for the Epstein class

Colors of princess dresses and blood red cracks

They are fighting the war against Baal

That the elite all worship

Just pretending that they are Christian

When they are truly on the devil’s mission

When Iran burns effigies of Baal 

it’s like taking the pedophiles 

                    and burning them all

No one else has done a thing

It’s like their secret is that it’s

one big pedophile ring and they have

                         everyone else hypnotized

Yet they still bother to lie and hold

                                Masquerade Balls

Those famous operatives are still free

Even the only two to be indicted, convicted

Get away with it like Palm Beach Pete

When will this treachery be punished

                          by Messiah and Mahdi?

​Tax Man Cometh

If this was a socialist economy

I would be happy to pay my taxes

But the fact is

What I fund is

What the function is actually serving

Is a windfall turned into suffering

Our labor is supposed to be funding

the shared necessities

Our economy is tanking

Like the Titanic

Collapses, and all the assets

Blow into the bad winds

Land in the pockets of war fiends

With Death dreams

I pay my taxes with

Kicks and screams

While the profiteers patrol us like fascists

With all that blood money, do they get

                                              paid interest?

They’re not acting for humanity

They’re not even human

and for this evil every day we 

                 make our contribution

Who killed Trevor Moore

Who killed Trevor Moore?

Why? What’s the reason for?

Trevor Moore he had a show

called The Whitest Kids U Know.

He liked to tell us, even children, straight

Until he conveniently “fell from a window”

At just 41 years old he met the same fate

Of other talented people in their prime.

Where it was neither an accident 

                                                    nor suicide.

Tell me how did this man fall?

No, I don’t believe it. Not at all.

Who killed Trevor Moore?

Why? What’s the reason for?

He told the kids in elementary school

Told them not to be so fooled.

9/11 was an inside job. 

the towers were hit with explosives

                                            from the inside

That Bush worships Satan and

           astronauts never landed on the moon

I wonder if he knew they would 

                                            come for him soon.

When asked which conspiracy theories

he believed, he said, “ALL!”

That is why they made him fall.

Who killed Trevor Moore?

Why, what’s the reason for?

He said all the things he knew 

                                                had to be true

The more controversial, the more his

                                                popularity grew

He did it with comedy, he did it with song 

He got everybody to sing along

“It’s time for guillotines,” is what they sang

A song about joining forces to unalive

the dark forces of our age

designed to keep us down,          

                                     their alarm bells rang.

May his death not be in vain!

Who killed Trevor Moore?

Why? What’s the reason for?

So let’s meet under the Brooklyn Bridge

and say the password he gave us to get in

                     Sic Semper Tyrannus

                 (Thus Always To Tyrants)

We can talk about a place

          and time for which we can 

                              begin the revolution

After we’re successful we can decide

who to spare and who needs execution.

Who killed Trevor Moore?

Why? What’s the reason for?

Tell me, how did this man fall?

No, I don’t believe it. Not at all.

Many more feel the same.

Let’s not let his assassination be in vain.

Who Killed Trevor Moore?

(To the tune of "Who Killed Davey Moore")

(Intro: Fast, rhythmic strumming on G)

(Chorus)
(G) Who killed (C) Trevor (G) Moore?
(C) Why? What’s the (D) reason (G) for?

(Verse 1)
(G) Trevor Moore he (C) had a (G) show
Called (C) The Whitest (D) Kids U (G) Know.
He (G) liked to tell us, even (C) children, (G) straight
Until he (C) “fell from a (D) window” (G)
At (G) just forty-one he (C) met the (G) fate
Of (C) other talented (D) people in their (G) prime.
Where it (C) wasn’t an accident (D) nor suicide.
Tell me (G) how did this (C) man (G) fall?
No, I (C) don’t believe it. (D) Not at (G) all.

(Chorus)
(G) Who killed (C) Trevor (G) Moore?
(C) Why? What’s the (D) reason (G) for?

(Verse 2)
He (G) told the kids in an (C) elementary (G) school
(C) Told them (D) not to be (G) fooled.
(G) 9/11 was an (C) inside (G) job.
That the (C) towers were hit with (D) explosives from (G) inside
That (G) Bush worships Satan and (C) astronauts (G) never
(C) Landed on the (D) moon (G)
I (G) wonder if he knew they would (C) come for him (G) soon.
When (G) asked which theories he (C) believed, he said, (G) “ALL!”
(C) That is (D) why they made him (G) fall.

(Verse 3)
He (G) said all the things he (C) knew had to be (G) true
The (C) more controversial, the (D) more his popularity (G) grew
He (G) did it with comedy, (C) did it with (G) song
He (C) got everybody to (D) sing a(G)long
“It’s (G) time for guillotines,” (C) is what they (G) sang
A (C) song about (D) joining (G) forces
To (G) unalive the (C) dark forces (G) of our age
(C) Designed to (D) keep us (G) down... their alarm bells rang.
(C) May his death (D) not be in (G) vain!

(Chorus)
(G) Who killed (C) Trevor (G) Moore?
(C) Why? What’s the (D) reason (G) for?

(Verse 4)
So (G) let’s meet under the (C) Brooklyn (G) Bridge
And (C) say the (D) password he (G) gave us:
(C) Sic Semper (D) Tyrannus (G)
Then we can (G) talk and plot about a (C) place and (G) time
For (C) which we (D) can begin the (G) revolution
We can (G) decide after (C) we’re suc(G)cessful
About (C) who to spare and (D) who needs exe(G)cution.

(Outro)
(G) Who killed (C) Trevor (G) Moore?
(C) Why? What’s the (D) reason (G) for?
Tell me, (G) how did this (C) man (G) fall?
No, I (C) don’t believe it. (D) Not at (G) all.
(C) Many more (D) feel the (G) same.
(C) Let’s not let his (D) assassination (G) be in vain!

(End with a sharp, final G chord strum)