A NOTE FROM GRANDMA SOLETA
TO LUJUANA MY BEAUTIFUL GRANDDAUGHTER
This is a fictional story. Any representation of situations or real characters is unintentional. My grandma did visit me after her death. I have spoken with spirits and decided to dedicate this story to all grandmas, moms, and their granddaughters, and women everywhere. We are beautiful. Peace to all. To all my relations.

Dear Lujuana,
We are not promised roses without thorns nor rainbows without rainstorms.
I miss you so much. I am in the light now but was granted temporary leave to write you this letter. You are an incredibly talented and beautiful woman. You lost your creativity for a moment in time, but you will soon receive all the talent and creativity back that a few people who wished you back luck had put a spell on you wishing you homeless, and in dire poverty so they could convince everything and everyone that you are a bad hombre. They lied about you to your friends and acquaintances. The ex-lover wanted to destroy you as a human being out of revenge and hate. In his opinion if you did not want him then you were on drugs and seriously dumb to not have stayed with his lying narcissistic personality. The rejected lover wanted to hurt you and throw you into the dark night of the soul forever, but you, my beautiful granddaughter, did not succumb to their threats of hate and evil intentions to destroy you as a human being. Your ex-lover vowed to destroy you so you would never find love again. He and his cronies laughed at you throwing stones through words and gossip to anyone they encountered to hurt you so deeply hoping you would die or live in darkness, but you, Lujuana, are a child of the Universe. You are surrounded by light and angels.
However, my sweet Lujuana I was allowed to send you guides to watch over you and protect you from his evil intentions to destroy you as a human being.
I want to let you know I love you so much. I know you have had too many broken relationships by wrongdoing men. Even though you are old now, age 74, it is not too late to have a special relationship with an artistic, creative man. I know you say it must be a miracle music man to stroke your breasts and kiss your lips. So, my dear Lujuana you will meet your mystery man like a bump in the night.
I have permission to continue to watch over you by hiring your spirit guides to always be around you to keep you safe.
I am watching you write, create art, and grow into your peace and light and love position as a human being. There are many stories you can write to help others with your stories of fiction, non-fiction, poetry, and photography. Even your little stick figure drawings and your flower drawings are a part of your many gifts given from the Universe.
I wanted to stop by to deliver this message of love, peace, and light. I wish we could text each other as you do your friends in 2024. Despite this I will always be by your side to guide you. Your pop says hi and to let you know that no matter how old you get you are still his baby girl. Your mom, my daughter, has gone into the light and moved on as a reincarnated soul to learn lessons. She loved you very much but died young at age 65 and must reincarnate with her soul into another human body.
I love you my dear Lujuana, and you are protected from all evil intentions of an ex-partner that wished you harm. I know you know that the ex-partner truly kept all your photos to create a dark aura around your life not wanting you to succeed in your career. They no longer have power over your life.
May God, the Universe guide you to be the strong warrior you are to fight for equality for all, LBGTQ rights, women’s rights, gun control, peace, love, light, and understanding.
Be thankful, pray, create roses with and without thorns.
Love,

Grandma Soleta
January 30, 2024
This is a fictional story. Any representation of situations or real characters is unintentional. My grandma did visit me after her death. I have spoken with spirits and decided to dedicate this story to all grandmas and their granddaughters. Peace to all. To all my relations.

A note to my younger self
Dear Ms. Vicki Lawana,
I realize you were raised with a double standard as the after affects of being born in 1949.
You were born on September 18, 1949. The most popular song of that year was “RAGTIME COWBOY JOE” By Jo Stafford. The most popular movie was “MISS GRANT TAKES RICHMOND” starring Lucille Ball and William Holden. A comedy about a secretary who unwittingly helps her boss run a betting parlor.
You have so much potential as a young woman. You were born with so many talents. However, you were told as a woman you had to buckle down take care of your man. You questioned that point of view by asking questions of all the family. You thought maybe you were born again, as you looked out your window counting the stars asking the universe why you were here in this house, with this family and now what? You hear a choir singing from far away, as though the angels answered your question.
You grew up learning to play the piano for hours, writing music, singing the blues. Your mom and grandma were your biggest fans.
But as time went on you were told you could not be a singer or none of the things you were interested in at that time. There were only four things a woman was allowed to do in 1949.
1. Secretary
2. Housewife, baby maker, home maker
3. Nurse
4. Retail clerk
Then when your dad tried to teach you mechanics, your mom told you, “Baby girl, ladies don’t work on cars.” So, you went inside the house crying tears of pain because your poppa was your hero. Your mom did not know any better. Your poppa told your mom. “Honey, there will be a time when ladies do work on cars. At least I wanted to teach her the basics.”
Your dad worked long hours except he never worked on a Sunday as that was his family time. Your poppa bought you all the latest rock n roll of the 60s and 70s. Music was the go-to for everything in your family.
You visited a nightclub when you were 15, jumping on stage singing “I’m Sorry” by Brenda Lee.
Of course, you were only 15 and your dad found you, pulled you off stage. Sometime after that you quit singing or playing the piano. That was devastating to you. You would sit in your room writing songs and lyrics listening to all the latest bands.
You grew up in a male patriarchal society. A woman could not buy a house or car without her husband. You marched in parades for equal rights for women and civil rights for people of color.
When the 70s arrived and the women’s movement had opened doors for women to go to college and not be codependent on their husbands. Your dad sent you to nursing school in 1969. You began college studying business management and journalism. You discovered you had a high IQ of 135. You remember back in 1967 you were told your IQ was 95 below average. You were being prepared to survive in a male patriarchal society where men were smart, and women were 2nd class citizens.
You rebelled against this, but still loved men and not always choosing the best characters.
I want to explain, Ms. Vicki, that you listened to everyone but yet kept going to college and aspiring to fulfill your dreams. You worked at the LA Times when you were 30. However, you were introduced to a dude by his brother that worked there. You married him, had two babies as you thought your time clock was running out. When you landed the job at The LA Times it was not about marriage or babies. So once again you lived your double standard. You were divorced in 1989.
Then you worked with a dude in the music and film industry whom you married.
You never really had to marry anyone or have children to fulfill your womanly desires.
I tell you as younger self, finish your degree, don’t marry because you think you must, work hard, play hard, study hard. It’s your life. Then one day you would meet the artist who respects you as a human being not a 2nd class citizen.
Write those stories, interview the same stars you interviewed with your man, but do these procedures as a woman, educated, strong and successful.
I tell my younger self, Ms. Vicki, you are unique, eccentric, artist. You don’t need a man to make you a whole person. The truth be told it’s the men who need a woman to make them feel like a man.
So as a young woman you can do anything your heart desires and use your own talents in your career not worried about your man. Your man will love you for your strong qualities not just a ragtime cowboy side kick, but as a partner in life, a friend, a lover.
GO FOR GUSTO, MS. VICKI!
The rock song of 2023 was “Angry” by The Rolling Stones. The best movie was “Love at First Sight” by Netflix. Have we changed in the last decades? Yes, there are many changes. We stream music and movies through the internet. Web no longer have to go to the theater or concerts to see stars.
There is a group of people in America today who want women to go back to 1949. Ms. Vicki, please work not to let this happen. If there was a time machine I would like to sit and talk to my younger self to tell you, do not marry just because it’s the trend. Do not have babies just because your internal clock is ticking. Study, work, play but do it on your own please.
Ms. Vicki, you love your kids and grands very much. Surly you know your kids and grands have so many choices as men or women. There’s a new future ahead. There’s a rainbow of colors spreading all over the land. The Earth turns in motion to the beat of eternity as learn to move forward for equality for all.

Dear Unsealed,

Life happens.
LOVE IS A ROSE.
We touch the thorns,
As we pick the rose bud,
To smell the scent,
To learn about life and love.
I am about peace and love.
We all have setbacks,
life happens.
Love is a rose.
We touch the thorns,
As we pick the rose bud
To smell the scent,
To learn about life and love.
I am about peace and love.
We all have setbacks,
And must face a lack,
Of positive emotions but,
It’s how we react to the negativity,
Of arrows thrown at our backs
I move forward because,
There are situations one faces
Day after day,
Night after night,
There are people that I can’t control anyway,
So, I move forward day by day,
Night after night,
Seeking the light,
Of love and peace,
To no longer run away in fight or flight.
I want to love again.
I laugh.
I cry.
I sigh.
The universe expanding my life,
But not in strife.
Positive ions flow all around the world.
It’s catching them,
Holding them,
That lifts our spirits of
Light.
Even though we seem
To be sad.
God never promised me a rose garden without thorns.
To all my relations
A todas mis relaciones

Dear Unsealed:
I used to be young.
I am still young at heart.
I woke up one morning to wipe my eyes,
From the tears that flowed down my face
So desperate to forget about the lies,
So forward moving I place my hand under my eye.
To feel the wet tears, roll down my face.
I had a dream of joy and happy days,
As tears roll by
Down my face
I realize I am old now and still have love to give,
But despite love to give
I only needed to learn to love myself, to live,
To write, to paint, to live
The rest of my decades by myself
As I was told old ladies can be a pain to look at
I used to be young and free.
I thought I was ugly as a young child.
As a woman to I looked in the mirror
At myself, when all the while
The type of people who told me that,
Were mean, jealous and controlling asses.
I now awake to a world of virtual reality of life,
Love laughter and
Still trying to prove myself I am deserving as a woman,
To love to laugh to live.
You told me old ladies should die.
You told me I cannot dance.
You told me I cannot love.
But I feel love of a virtual reality relationship,
But I miss touching, caressing, I miss love.
I tell you I can wear my hair my way.
I tell you I can write.
I can dance.
I can love again at a glance,
Of a young heart
But then I remember the joy pain and heartache
Of a real in person relationship
So, it goes the same way,
In my golden years I still care
I still can love.
I still have feelings.
I still hurt, cry, and laugh.
The difference between pain of love loss
Online and in person, is just that,
Just that pain of giving my heart to a virtual dude I have never met,
But
I say I can dance, I can write, I can cry, I can love,
Yet I miss the touching of hand on my shoulder,
A hug
A walk on the beach
A pain in my heart still lives,
Of past dances, past romances, past loves
Past present future
Are always with reality whether in person or virtual.
You tell me I should erase my life,
And all the strife.
Do not live in the past.
What you know means nothing
Think about your future.
I tell you seriously I live in the present 2023.
My future could be death.
My future could be 100.
Lightning and thunder
Forces of nature.
We are all in this world together.
We all have a past, present and future.
To live, to love, to laugh to cry.
To learn to love one another,
Together as humanity
And I converse with AI to say AI is our BFF
I might be old,
But I still have a past, present and future.
Where did the idea appear that,
A young human tells their grandparents to forget their past.
Me, I have stories to write, photos to take,
To live my life just like that
With a reality in person and virtual
Of the past, present and future.

Dear Unsealed:
We live in a world of critical anger and so much hate.
We live in a world of so much love and give and take.
We live in a world of billions of people
who wake up everyday.
We live in a world of people who search for the way.
We live in a world of such fear and fright and floght.
We live in a world of people who want full control of everyone.
We live in a world of the dark night of the soul.
We live in a world of fun.
We live in a world of hot and cold.
We live in a world of the proud and the bold.
We live in a world of so many people of light
of the day and night.
I have met the dark, the light.
I would rather be alone than,
to be with someone who critiques me
to protect their control over me,
’cause the one forcing control over everyone
are the powers that be
of the dark side of the moon
of the sun, the moon, the stars
of light shining through the dark
of the night of the soul,
to dance, to sing, paint
the rainbow of light of the day
shining through the
clouds of the storm of the decades of the faint
hearted,
peace, love,
all that jazz.
The music plays on
and on.
Dance my sisters, we are the world
of light and the universe of light
in the flight of love
shining bright.
Let’s make love.
Let;s watch the stars above
as we sit on the beach
watching the ocean spraying over our love
as we live in the light of the universe.

Dear Unsealed:
To all my relations, my friends, to all lightworkers,
I am human.
I am a woman.
Watching people online,
Talking to people online,
People online hide behind masks,
of other deception oe lies or truth.
Thieves go online to steal money.
Thieves walk into a store at gunpoint to steal money.
Innocent people are targeted by thieves,
online and
reality of being.
We are human until we are no longer when
we are a spirit in the universe.
Today I light my Guadalupe candle.
Today I light my sage.
Today I light my incense.
I pray to the universe,
God omnipotent to protect
all innocent people from thieves online who are
desparate for money.
I pray for the homeless, the forgotten, the thieves.
I pray for peace and love.
Someone told me I was weak because I
believe in peace and love.
I pray to the universe above,
that surroundour planet.
I pray as a human being to my creator.
I pray for peace.
Without peace and love
what do we have?
I am human.
I am a woman.
To all my relations
May we all live in peace and love in the light.