Vicki Lawana Trusselli
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I am a storyteller. This is where memory meets mysticism, music, multi-media, video, paranormal, rebellion, art, and life.
I nursing, business, & journalism in college. I worked in the film & music industry in LA, CA.
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“My Heart Stayed Calm Through Horror”. Content Warning.
How about a comparison of horror movies to the horror going on in America, lighthearted, I watched a horror movie last night, to my surprise my heart was not racing. I turned on the news about the ice terrorism and the horrors of Whitehouse being gutted so I turned the news off, turned on a horror movie again. I watched five horror films; my heart was pure at 82 beats a minute. I turned on the news again about tear gas sprayed on Halloween party together in a park, with children and knocking down old people, I said fuck it watched another horror film. what a relief to watch The Conjuring again and not the horrifying evil penetrating from the nazis in DC.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in The Swamp
Spirit Messengers of Earth and Sky
This is the time to call the spirit messengers to breathe peace into our universe of division and chaos in 2025. In Choctaw culture, birds, especially the Biskinik (often identified with the blue jay), are sacred messengers, symbols of communication, and bearers of spiritual news. They connect the earthly and spiritual realms, guiding and warning with their presence.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
“Echoes Across the Clockface”
“Echoes Across the Clockface” A mythic song about time, aging, and the universe past, present, future This story, known as an Outstages Story, is a legendary narrative set across Spain and Italy, featuring time itself as the main character in a café setting.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
GEEZE LOUISE, I SAID NO KINGS. Content Warning.
This video is a mythic scroll stitched from sovereign visuals and ceremonial breathwork. It opens with a refusal: “If it’s Nazi love, I draw the line.” From there, it moves through scenes of pink rooms guarded by scrolls, flowers blooming in every color, and fences forming boundaries around a city of love that does not hate.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
Even Silence Has Wings
As I slowly opened my eyes, the world around me dissolved into a canvas of pale light, a blankness that seemed to stretch on forever. I blinked, and with each flutter of my lids, the void sharpened into shapes, like a watercolor painting taking form. A figure took hold at the periphery of my visional bird, silent and still, watching me with an unblinking gaze.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
BACKSEAT BLUES. Content Warning.
Backseat Blues I had a dream the other night. This morning, I was thinking about the world today in 2025. My thoughts took me back to 1955. My poppa owned a 1953 Chevy. We drove everywhere in that car. I remembered an event in 1955. I was five years old and as I watched the trees, mountains, deserts fade away as my poppa drove that Chevy like he was king of the road. Mom and Dad were cool. Now I am seventy-six. I closed my eyes today, drifted back to midnight as I lay in the back of that old yellow 1953 Chevy listening to Hank Williams on the radio sing, '‘I am so Lonesome I Could Cry.” I can still hear my poppa sing that tune softly. Mom would look over at Poppa, smile, then turn back and smile at me. I would hum the tune, then cry. I looked up at the stars, and I asked God, the Universe, “Was I Born Before?” For a day I dreamed about my archives, and I am now smiling at the end of the evening before midnight as I can still hear my Poppa sing to Hank Williams as we drove that old 1953 yellow Chevy down life’s highway.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
