Saturn’s Symphony

SATURN’S SYMPHONY

She doesn’t alarm me

Lady Harmony
When she rests her hand
Between you and me-
Blue and green
Sand and marine
Swimming in a wave
Of reality
Drowning in
Amarna’s distant dream.
An ancient Queen
And her
King supreme
Two immortal souls
Of the 5th beam –
Flowing in the 7th stream.
Slipping in each other’s sweat
And bathing in
Breaths of steam.

Feet to feet
Two cats in heat
Dancing like wild savages
In a sacred desert retreat
Two souls merging,
Into

ONE
Sublime
And divine
Entity.

I can feel your heart’s beat.

Says Lady Harmony.

She then throws us
Into thunderous throes
Complete with pounding wind

And animalistic tones
She watches us moan –
In the flame of twins
Shin to shin
Skin on skin
Pouring light made of crystalline
Salt mixed in with
Musk and leather
Creating our own
Pharaonic storm –
Our own bionic
And sonic weather
Fully blown
On a horizontal throne
Full of turbulence
And aural pleasures
Her hand caresses our vessels

Like the blessings from

A falcon’s feathers

Sending us to galactic heights

Mending our lights together

Forever

Then while pulling on Passion’s lever

She reveals Isis’s lapis
Box filled with
Erotic and oral treasures
Lips crushing

The Nile ever gushing
In a moment

Blushing

And complete.
Lady Harmony –
She always charms me
Whenever we do meet
In repeat.
Her moves are fleeting
When two souls are
Greeting
In Saturn’s sensual
Symphony.

=Blue Panther=
SATURN’S SYMPHONY by Suzy Kassem
Copyright 2008. All rights reserved

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Saturn’s Symphony

SATURN’S SYMPHONY

She doesn’t alarm me

Lady Harmony

When she rests her hand

Between you and me-

Blue and green

Sand and marine

Swimming in a wave

Of reality

Drowning in

Amarna’s distant dream.

An ancient Queen

And her

King supreme

Two immortal souls

Of the 5th beam –

Flowing in the 7th stream.

Slipping in each other’s sweat

And bathing in

Breaths of steam.

Feet to feet

Two cats in heat

Dancing like wild savages

In a sacred desert retreat

Two souls merging,

Into

ONE

Sublime

And divine

Entity.

I can feel your hearts beat.

Says Lady Harmony.

She then throws us

Into thunderous throes

Complete with pounding wind

And animalistic tones

She watches us moan –

In the flame of twins

Shin to shin

Skin on skin

Pouring light made of crystalline

Salt mixed in with

Musk and leather

Creating our own

Pharonic storm –

Our own bionic

And sonic weather

Fully blown

On a horizontal throne

Full of turbulence

And aural pleasures

Her hand caresses our vessels

Like the blessings from

A falcon’s feathers

Sending us to galactic heights

Mending our lights together

Forever

Then while pulling on Passion’s lever

She reveals Isis’s lapis

Box filled with

Erotic and oral treasures

Lips crushing

The Nile ever gushing

In a moment

Blushing

And complete.

Lady Harmony –

She always charms me

Whenever we do meet

In repeat.

Her moves are fleeting

When two souls are

Greeting

In Saturn’s sensual

Symphony.

=Blue Panther=

SATURN’S SYMPHONY by Suzy Kassem

Copyright 2008. All rights reserved

The 7th Legion


There is a group of influential trendsetters in their 30s, scattered across the globe, whom have taken on the identities of at least 8-17 people each.

These peace soldiers are influential, extremely multi-talented, speak in several tongues, and are very educated and beyond intelligent. Their families are considered the creme de la creme of the social stratosphere. They are the sons and daughters of clothing titans, prominent European hoteliers, prime ministers, ambassadors, Saudi royalty, film directors, the mafioso, political advisors, international actors, top-tier consultants, luxury car manufacturers, and even candy companies in South Africa.

For years they congregate in alternate cities across the world, sometimes weekly, monthly, or depending on schedules, twice a month. They are system busters and resonators all working together towards one common objective – to spread light and unite people across the world using different media vehicles or by gaining prominence in different industries. By assuming different identities, they fuck with the media and multiple systems by passing on their attitudes through different personas and voices. When they meet, they exchange their contact lists, cross-connect, and make things happen bigger than their last meeting.

For instance, X Fujiwara may be known in Japan and amongst his friends as a radio DJ at night and hustling albums for a music distributor by day. In truth, X has enough skills to assume the roles of an MC, artist, stock trader, managing editor for a teen publication, columnist for a political magazine, and host his own TV show for Rap videos on the weekends. He may pose with different names within Japan and his friends will never know about his recognition across many lands.

X takes on different names and through these mediums, he creates enough avenues to share his opinions and views amongst different target audiences. Sometimes, if a paper in the UK, or others, wants to do an interview with him for his new book on something like adapting Keyenes methodology in Asia, and he wrote it as a female Chinese writer, versus Japanese, he will hire a Chinese actress in the UK to hold the interview as him and vice-versa.

The systems of the world are being fucked with and messages of peace are being spread by genuine cool cats around the world who have infiltrated even the most corrupt circles. For those that read this, you will look at names and faces you see on the TV, in print, and on the radio way different than before. Many of them are imposters, for the real talent behind the songs, products, and issues they represent, are way dormant in the background doing other things or juggling other identities around the clock. These peace soldiers can be found working for goverments, news agencies, so many different media avenues and pop culture outlets to even want to waste time in the spotlight. They pay others to do the acting for them, while they strategize their next moves and projects for tommorow. Are they cheating Truth? No. In a poisoned world, they are playing Satan’s game with the hand of illumination.

You may know of cults that are dark and made of skulls and bones, but there is a clan growing in power that is made of light. This selfless group uses whatever profits they make to invest into the greater good, in greater causes, and to fight corruption in the courts and to stand up for the disadvantaged people around the world.

Is this all fact or fiction?

A little birdy told me about this legion a little while ago and ever since then, I started paying attention. And you know what? In time, I began seeing its influence everywhere. It’s no joke.

-Suzy Kassem aka Blue Panther

Swings of Death

Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.

Tape that to your wall, computer monitor, mirror, or door. Tape it to your head and pass it to your friends.

Every friend of mine who had taken their own life showed no unusual signs of helplessness or hopelessness days before they committed the act. In fact, they were all beyond brilliant personalities, full of charisma, love, and humor. Some of my favorite people on this earth are no longer with me. At least, not in the physical.

When you go against the flow of nature and betray the spiritual laws existing within, there is, and will always be, a negative reaction. Those who try escaping life before fate shakes their hand, will forever be stuck on earth, chained to the place they so badly wanted to leave. What a complicated misery? I guarantee you it will be torture to be invisible and ignored by those you love when you can see them but you are already dead for them to hear you utter another word. Talk about agony. More so, than remaining on this plane and continuing your spiritual cycle as it was written to be lived.

Remorse. Regret. Loneliness. Isolation. Misery.

Those are what you get when you take your life before your time is naturally up. Believe it. I have lost dozens of friends to overdoses. In desperation to communicate to them after death, I went to see mediums who could talk to the deceased. I was greeted by spirits in tears, crying about the mistakes they had made, the misery of walking alone, of not being able to communicate or say they were sorry for what they did. Each and every one of them said they never meant to really go through with it. Their actions were just cries for help or they had fallen prey to their moods of the moment.

The mood you have now will be different than the mood you have tommorow. Moods pass just like the clouds above our heads. Prescription drugs, street drugs, and alcohol alter our states of mind and throw us outside of our current realities or push us deeper into them. I may feel suicidally depressed one moment and feel my situation is hopeless, but then the next day I’m happy as if nothing ever happened. Don’t let your moods put you on the swing of death. Don’t ever give in to your moods. Problems eventually mend themselves over time, the same way the clouds always part for the sun to shine through. Have faith and the light will come.

SUICIDE IS A PERMANENT SOLUTION TO A TEMPORARY PROBLEM.

When you cheat death, it will slap you with a sentence of misery for trying to defeat it.

Remember that and pass this to all your friends.

-Suzy Kassem

WasSsup WasSsup?

One day I’m walking through a busy marketplace in Alexandria called Al-Manchaya. I’m all veiled up with no flashy jewelry or handbag, and yet I get mobbed by the poor left and right asking me for spare change. I didn’t understand why they had singled me out from the crowds of other people swimming by.

So the next day, I dress up super bummed down, showing nothing that reveals I have an inkling of money on me. I walk around in flip-flops, my hair is a mess from the wind and I look like I had just rolled out of bed, but still the same thing happened. Made no sense. There were other women walking by me dripping in gold from head to toe with fancy accessories and what looked like expensive shoes but I didn’t see anybody bothering them!

I tell my friend Hamada about what keeps happening to me. No matter what I dress like or how I present myself, the homeless, distraught and the penniless keep flocking to me like flies. What the hell am I doing wrong? Or right?

He thinks for a moment then asks me, “Did you have money on you? And if so, how much?” I tell him I had just withdrawn a few hundred from the bank for a rug; hence, making it about four thousand Egyptian pounds in conversion. He tells me, “That’s a lot of money for here! They can smell it! To them that’s $4,000!”

How could that be? Money has no smell to it and it’s not like I whip it all out at once or pull more than 10 pounds from my pocket. There’s nothing about me that reveals I have enough to pay for even a bottle of Coca-Cola on the street. Yet I keep getting stopped by women carrying sickly babies, men with burned arms or no arms at all. Why me?

So to make a point, Hamada tells me to hand him my money as we jumped into a cab taking us to the downtown area. When I got out and walked around ahead of him, nobody came up to me for several blocks. I mean NOBODY. So when I made note of the discovery then turn around to look for him, I find him a couple of blocks backward. I stroll up to him and find a man in his 70’s reciting Quranic verses to him with one hand forward followed by another woman telling him she needed medicine and couldn’t afford it. We exchange glances and he smiles, pointing out to me that he had made his case.

The smell of money. It’s no joke. People need to check and see what the hell they press into the inks of bills. Better yet, why not roll down to Mexico and pull the test yourself? I assure you all that it was a real eye opener for me and has got me thinking. I’m sure they don’t weave the scent of jasmine petals into money. Or steak. Or buttered popcorn. So what else could it be?

Beats me. Go ask the eye on the pyramid. It will tell you. After all, it sees and knows everything.

WasSsup WasSsup?

My Mirror

Re: Truth Reflected, Truth Rejected

Hi Suz, I took interest in this….you know, this was something I always admired in you, your truthfulness, I thought it was great the way you’d tell people like it is including your father, who at times could be intimidating and domineering, he tried to hold the iron fist over you but all it did was make your rebel more. I remember one time when I came over to your house, your dad answered the door and told me you were not home. I was like what the fuck, I just talked to her?! But you came running down the stairs yelling and screaming at him, he looked slightly humiliated. lol so many times I would watch in amazement you calling people out, your mom, your sisters, brother, friends, strangers. It was and is freaking great. I enjoyed this story, it brought back many good memories from when we were kids, running around like little punks. Good times my friend, good times.

miss ya sista.
Angie