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  • "A NOTE FROM LATE GRANDMA SOLETA TO LUJUANA"

    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.

    Vicki Lawana Trusselli

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  • "I LOVE MYSELF AS A UNIQUE HUMAN BEING"

    Dear Unsealed,

    Why do i love myself begins with why do I need to accept myself as the first step in why we are all here as human beings on Earth.

    Growing up in a patriarchal society there were many times I hated myself. I grew up fast and looked like a woman at 11 years old. So, let us see that it was then 1961.

    Now I am 74 years old and not sure if I would go so far to say I love myself, but I do like myself. So, I will engage in why I am my own best friend. I am learning to love myself.

    The spirit of learning to accept oneself as themselves is tricky. As human beings we are always comparing ourselves to other people. We want their body shape, or their wardrobe or face and body characteristics. The first process in learning to accept oneself is to not compare oneself to another human. We are all unique in body form, speech, clothes style, food tastes and how our brains reflect upon everyday activities and our personality styles.

    I like myself because I like my DNA of worldly all over the globe style. I like myself because I do not live in a boxy world of thinking. I live outside the box. I like myself because I love to wear boho flower child clothes as well as my décor must be boho. I like myself because I have a well-rounded education in different professions. I am a multi-tasker. I love music, art, writing, movies, computers, photography, and life.

    I have learned to accept my empathic abilities. This was not an overnight decision, due to being an empath with high sensitivity is seen as a weakness by bullies and other controlling personalities. I love my vivid dreams that I have nightly. I dream of faraway places, new people, and environments. That is strange to many people. It is a gift from my ancestors. I love that gift that was passed down from ancestors and the Universe. I sometimes see spirits and I also have learned to relish this gift.

    I love my crazy curly long hair. I just love to try new color gels on my hair. To some people it is a crazy thing to do. To me it has been normal since I was a teenager. To others it is a shame I do not act my age. Since I was told that as a young teenager, I figured out what they meant to say is do not do anything that irritates them. If we as one human being listened to every negative comment mentioned to us, we would sit in a corner just staring at nothing because that is where the haters and narcissists want everyone to be that does not think like them. However, I focus on positive critique not negative opinions. I like myself because of faith and concentration on healing and light.

    I love to talk about healing, love, and light to everyone. I was told by a person who scolded me for loving the light and healing, “Oh you always want to love everyone. You will soon learn not to do that.” I did not listen to that remark. I remember that remark but considered it to be nothing.

    I love myself now as I think about my resilience to bounce out of depression and illness. At 74 years old I survived long Covid and major surgery and almost dying. My philosophy of love, light, healing, and peace was expanded after the illness into another realm of living with empathic gifts.

    If we as human beings learn to have a good relationship with each other instead of forcing others to walk and talk like the hater, then humanity would be at peace not war. However, that is a fairytale of sorts that we as empaths and healers must take with a grain of salt.

    I have also learned that the more one listens to haters the more one will hate themselves just as much as the haters hate themselves. So, now I love myself as I complete this letter to explain why I love myself. I cannot be anyone else nor can anyone else be me.

    I believe learning to love oneself can be difficult especially if one is depressed. I have a wonderful therapist who gets me.

    May we as a human being species learn to love one another as we are unique, eccentric individuals who were created by the Universe to live and breathe on Earth.

    I remember a song I used to sing to myself in the 70s as I marched for equal rights, “I am Woman, Watch me Roar.”

    Sincerely,

    Vicki Lawana Trusselli

    Voting starts April 16, 2024 12:00am

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  • Vicki Trusselli responded to a letter in topic To my younger self 1 month, 1 week ago

    Thank you Lauren. Yes it was very frustrating for me. I survived. i just hope we do not have to go back to those times again. Growing up in those times was confusing for me as a woman of many questions and not accepting the status quo if it did not seem practical or was too controlling.

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  • "GO FOR THE GUSTO"

    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.

    Vicki Lawana Trusselli

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    • Omg Vicki! This is amazing! I am going to include it in our newsletter today! I also have always felt pressure to follow social standards even though I wanted a career. And that inner conflict certainly has taken its toll on me, and my relationships. I love your advice to your younger self. So cool that you worked for the LA times. And how…read more

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      • Thank you Lauren. Yes it was very frustrating for me. I survived. i just hope we do not have to go back to those times again. Growing up in those times was confusing for me as a woman of many questions and not accepting the status quo if it did not seem practical or was too controlling.

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  • Vicki Trusselli responded to a letter in topic Poetry 2 months ago

    what happened to my photograph? i use my own stuff nothing copyrighted/ thanks follow the light one

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  • MY FAVORITE DAY WAS MAY 2, 2023

    Dear Unsealed,

    My favorite day in 2023.
    I was still recovering from major surgery on May 2, 2023.
    I remember that day so well as we
    All will remember the day in Sacramento, Cali.
    The early flight as early in the am as it could be.
    This was my first outing since my surgery in April 2022.
    I was honored to be chosen to lobby,
    For women’s rights here in Cali.
    We met senators, all other elected officials of the beat,
    of the capital of Cali.
    My first outing had to be dramatic of course,
    As this was my first travel of the year
    To concur I celebrate May 2, 2023
    As happy as I could be,
    To spread light, love and peace for equality.
    It was a full day of speeches and shaking hands,
    Of important peeps as well as the immediate company,
    Of my sisters, who flew over with me.
    We flew back to Ontario airport.
    To confirm our day was complete.
    I was happy I must report.
    That was fun and work and play,
    On my favorite on May 2, 2023
    That’s all I have to say about my day.

    Sincerely,
    Vicki Lawana Trusselli
    December 21, 2023

    Vicki Lawana Trusselli

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    Voting ends December 4, 2024 12:00am

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    • I love this. Thank you for advocating for women like me. It sounds like an amazing day. I hope you are feeling all better now. Thank you for sharing. <3 Lauren

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  • MY SUBTLE, BUT IMPORTANT 2024 GOALS

    Dear Unsealed,
    My goals for 2024 are somewhat different that in 1990 or 2007. I am 74 years old. I know my goals are different apparently because I am older and the fact, I survived long covid and the effects on my body and major surgery. I almost died April 2022. However, I am alive. I am a Virgo, Leo moon rising, born on the cusp of Libra. I shall talk about more subtle goals than I would have at 20, 30, 40, 50, 0r 60.
    My goals are:
    1. To remain healthy as possible.
    2. To remain alive.
    3. To continue my freelance writing and photography.
    4. To continue to spread love and light.
    5. To perhaps make a little extra money to help with bills.
    6. To always see my doctor.
    7. To continue my gluten free, lactose free diet as much as possible.
    8. To walk more, swim if the weather permits.
    9. To continue my meditation practices.
    10. To analyze what I am doing and what another person means with their words as they speak to me or other people.
    11. To cut back on clothes, shoe spending on Wish and Temu.
    12. Be kind but not vulnerable the full 12 months of 2024.
    I will wake up every morning to the sound of music playing through Google Mini or Alexa. I will remember my vivid dreams of people, places, things to write down the specifics of my dreams to create stories of inspiration, but to not forget that inspiration is a part of a negative experience to be brought out into the light. I will take care of my health and continue to think young. I will continue my political activist positions regarding human rights, women’s rights, LBGTQ rights, voting rights and democracy for all.
    My goal to spread light, love and peace may sound repetitive to some people, but to me it is my most important goal for 2024 and beyond. Without peace, love, and light there would be continuous wars and evil wrongdoing in our society. So, there needs to be more people involved in this goal. Equality and human rights are not political as they are a humanitarian society procedure, not political.
    I will spread light and love through my writing and photography with periodic checks of analyzing the good, the bad, the ugly in all facets of life on Earth.

    Sincerely,

    Vicki Lawana Trusselli
    December 21, 2023

    Vicki Lawana Trusselli

    Voting starts March 15, 2024 12:00am

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  • Vicki Trusselli responded to a letter in topic Poetry 2 months, 1 week ago

    Thank you so very much, Lauren

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    LIFE HAPPENS AS WE FOLLOW THE LIGHT

    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

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  • Vicki Trusselli shared a letter in the Group logo of PoetryPoetry group 2 months, 2 weeks ago

    "USED TO BE YOUNG"

    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.

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    "OF LOVE, LIGHT, DARK OF CRITIQUE"

    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.

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    "BE IN THE LIGHT"

    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.

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