Open Books Around Us

One major mistake that we have made as a modern race is that we have failed to recognize the Truth and wealth of knowledge that is openly accessible in nature. Our ancestors knew this and embraced the natural cures found in our environments and studied the lessons to be learned from animals. Much of human behavior can be explained by watching the wild beasts around us. They are constantly teaching us things about us and the way of the universe but we are too blinded to watch and listen. If some ancient civilizations were considered to be more progressive than us today, and yet they glorified animals to varying degrees, perhaps these real and sometimes mythical creatures symbolized more than meets the eye. Given. And are we truly the superior race? And if so, what role do animals really play in the overall picture? If not, what are you currently using as the basis of your measurement: spiritual, technological, or by type of suit? Feed your mind and sharpen the focus.

-Suzy Kassem

Cure for All Diseases

What do you think?

The Cure for All Diseases

I do believe though that a harmonic resonance amplified to a calculated frequency can polarize any moving or cycling object by vibrating or pulsating its energy around cross-rotating fields — at a figured speed. If that makes sense to anybody. So yes, electromagnetic frequencies can heal almost anything. Nowadays, they market it to us in small gadgets called lasers. You hear laser this, laser that. What if we walked into a box created by natural night and bounced light to create the synergy we needed. In an essence we can say light heals too. We are created from small circles of light that spiral outwards into a sea of stars and lucid dreams. Everything turns. We are energy. I’m ready to start a school on electromagnetic healing and study and teach people how they can heal themselves.

Who is down? Fuck health insurance and insane medical bills. Fuck corrupt doctors and BigPharm. Fuck all the bullshit that comes with a prime necessity to survival – to heal. People should not take money for healing others. I understand there are hospitals to run and nurses to pay, but fees should not be exagerrated. People should not be manipulated and pharmaceutical reps should not be bribing doctors that yield high prescription referrals with free weekend trips to Vegas. Soon you will not know who to trust with your medical emergencies. Heathcare is mega mega zega business and you are just another statistic who bares a folder with a name sticker containing insurance information and, if you are lucky, detailed health records. Personalization and compassion from the days of old Dr. Brown are almost gone. Nobody is coming to visit you with a leather medicine bag.

-Suzy Kassem

These Kids Say Hello To You

They’ve never been to see a movie.
Or been to a fair.
Or even seen a mall.
Or stepped outside their neighborhood square.
Yet they laugh and play
Oblivious to all else thats there
They dance and chase
Free and without care
What more do you need
Than happy moments
Living in the moment
Grateful and not scared.


Coltan in Your Celly

If you use a cell phone, you have in your possession a metal called coltan, a component that’s essential to the phone’s function. Most of the world’s coltan comes from the Congo, and is mined by Rwandans who survived their country’s genocide in the 1990s. They often work for militias that sell coltan illegally to finance their military operations. It so happens that the main area where Coltan is mined, also contains the Kahuzi Biega National Park, home of the Mountain Gorilla.

In Kahuzi Biega National Park the gorilla population has been cut nearly in half, from 258 to 130 as the ground is cleared to make mining easier. Not only has this reduced the available food for the Gorillas, the poverty caused by the displacement of the local populations by the miners has lead to Gorillas being killed and their meat being sold as “bush meat” to the miners and rebel armies that control the area. Within the Dem. Rep. of Congo as a whole, the U.N. Environment Program has reported that the number of eastern lowland gorillas in eight Dem. Rep. of Congo national parks has declined by 90% over the past 5 years, and only 3,000 now remain.

Keep this in mind the next time you call a friend.

Posterboy NYC

New dude popped into the woodwork. Some demented stuff, some cool.

Woooooo. And I can pick him out from the street. Look ma, he has a camera crew and everything. Very concealed – nah’ mean?

WasSsup WasSsup?

So I stumbled upon these kicks by Jim Lasser called the Obama Force Ones, OB1s.


When you press your foot in the dirt, mud, asphalt, dog shit, whatever…you leave behind a print by the left shoe that reads, A BLACK MAN RUNS AND A NATION IS BEHIND HIM.

The idea is neato, really. But how about, A BLACK MAN — LEADS…?

And something just seems wrong about stepping on someone’s image in the dirt.

But don’t worry, the name of the shoe can stay. Just change tweak the face to look more like O.J.

Break This Riddle


Time is irrelevant
It confines the experience.

Time is a scheduled measurement
You could break the experiment.

=Blue Panther=
“LENSE OF TIME” by Suzy Kassem
Copyright 2008-2009. All rights reserved.

The Writings of Suzy Kassem

New web site going up in less than 2 weeks. It’ll be super basic and strictly reserved just for my writings. Keep checking it.


As for BLUPANTHA.COM, it will finally be opened back up and my music will be posted on it when I do return back to the States. I lost so much work in 2008 that I’m ready to just throw everything out there now.

Tacos Baja Ensenada


Write this down.

If you are ever in L.A, you have to go to Tacos Baja Ensenada on the east side. Go on a Wednesday and get their fish tacos. They are the best things in the world man I swear. I’m like on the other side of the fucking planet right now and I’m craving them. I’d pay someone $2000 just to bring me some.

Class Assignment #1


If you should stumble upon this posting, consider it meant for you.

This year, keep a journal. From now until the second week of February, write every day. Write random thoughts, prose, ideas, or eliminate fears and anxieties on paper – or on your screens. Write about health problems and anything bothering you. Or get yourself a blog as a record keeper. Believe me, it’s a good way to see yourself grow or fall. It’s a good way to release and delete. Just do it.

Then, by the end of the second week of February, I want you to start hunting for the best lapis lazuli that is accessibly cheap. If it’s pulled near water based regions, better. Otherwise, Russia, Brazil, or Afghanistan will do. If it has no grainage in it, kick it aside. Get a rock to put under your bed, under your mattress, under your pillow, in your shower, in your car, at your work, everywhere you occupy time.

You are to never stop writing from the moment you pick up a pen until the end of the year. Just in Feb, I want you to arm yourselves with lapis for the remainder of 2009 and see if you notice any differences. I guarantee you will. Record it.

*Make sure the rocks are pure as they are often imitated. Most stones found in the market are dyed howlite. The best lapis is from Badakshan, Afghanistan — but even there you can get the fake stuff. Lapis is the real gold. The true gold since the days of the Pharaohs was lapis, and even the gold that was glorified back then, was used as a royal metal simply because it mirrored the image of the sun. However, for its properties that far exceed the material, lapis is the real gem of the universe. It will bring balance to your spirit and open portals in your mind. It will give you clarity and even reduce the pain of a toothache. If you are depressed or knotted inside, bask in the energy of lapis. It works for me. It will will cut through all the chaotic currents running inside you.

With that said, start your assignment, get writing and start looking for lapis. Arm yourself. This is a strong year for your mind to share secrets with your soul.

*Do not mix lapis with any amethyst, diamonds, or any type of clear quartz. It will make you mental. If you have amethyst, make sure you don’t keep a ring on or have a rock in your living space for long periods of time, it works in the reverse after awhile. The energies emitted from amethyst are to be controlled and accessed in limited squirts – a week at a time, no more than a month. People that don’t understand it, don’t mess with it. It will make you lost, confused, depressed, and unstable if exploited. It can fuck you up. It’s why I had my huge bracelet taken off. Big difference.

Living Large



I live in an animated world
Where never-ending stories are told
Tales of princes and saints
And glorious knights and heroes
Homes are made of glass
And castles filled with gold
With signs outside on the grass
That read,
Seized, Foreclosed, or Sold.
There are Kings and Queens
And pimps, nymphs, and hoes
Elves and thieves
And even fairies that glow.
Welcome to my magical kingdom
Just follow the yellow marks on the road
There are enchanting chemical trails in the skies
And colorful rainbows that explode
We give names to our hurricanes
And to our deadly blizzards
And honor our cult witches
And even glorify their lizards
Once upon a time
There was a land of Truth
That had struck light then fizzled
And now we have cities loaded
With buck-tooth bitches
And fat mice playing
Sorcerers and wizards.
Instead of seeds, buns and rice
Our monarchy feeds us
Tagged guns and knives
They ask us to go, run and protect ourselves
In case the bearded pirates should ever strike
They even have wands for everything
And potions for all
Pop this pill to make you taller
And this one –
This one drink will make you lose weight
And feel small.
I live in a colorful world of make-believe
Everyone dresses in costumes
And weaves what they want you to perceive
Hear what you want to hear
See what you want to see
All sets are controlled to deceive
The ones who perceive this illustrated dream as reality
Go on to really achieve —
But those that see the insanity
Fall through the rabbit hole and bleed.
There are poisons not just in our apples
But in all our water and foods
No doves or saints seen in our chapels
And prices are high and crude
There are Dumbos everywhere
And dwarves galore–
They all have the same names
And all complain of the same sores
But not a gnome in my fortress
Will stand up to flip the score
They’d rather live in the same rerun cartoon
Than fight to change the storyboard.

Take my friend Anton,
Whom I had caught on my way
To the store:

Yo! I got my Mickey Mouse hat on
And my I-Pod is blasting the latest hits —

Goofy’s going to pick me up
And we’re hitting the mall to pick up chicks

I’m straight up O-G, Dawg!
I’m living large

I’m living Disney
I’m flashing da bling bling with my ghetto swing

And the shortys are gonna dig me!

=Blue Panther=
LIVING DISNEY” by Suzy Kassem
Copyright 2008-2009. All rights reserved.

The Taste Fakers

This article is a very good example on how people today need to be told what is good, what to like, what is pretty, what is cool, what sounds good, what is real and what is fake. This shows that we live in a dumbed down world full of retarded robots. Seriously, I dig this experiment. Thanks to Andrea for sending it.

Violinist in the Metro— Wash, DC

A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, it was calculated that a thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried up to meet his schedule. A minute later, the violinist received his first dollar tip: a woman threw the money in the till and without stopping continued to walk. A few minutes later, someone leaned against the wall to listen to him, but the man looked at his watch and started to walk again. Clearly he was late for work. The one who paid the most attention was a 3 year old boy. His mother tagged him along, hurried but the kid stopped to look at the violinist. Finally the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children. All the parents, without exception, forced them to move on.

In the 45 minutes the musician played, only 6 people stopped and stayed for a while. About 20 gave him money but continued to walk their normal pace. He collected $32. When he finished playing and silence took over, no one noticed it. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.

No one knew this but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the best musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written with a violin worth 3.5 million dollars.

Two days before his playing in the subway, Joshua Bell sold out at a theater in Boston and the seats average $100.

This is a real story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of an social experiment about perception, taste and priorities of people. The outlines were: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour: Do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize the talent in an unexpected context?

One of the possible conclusions from this experience could be:

If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world playing the best music ever written, how many other things are we missing?

Little Boy War



He stands alone
On a vacant road
Hands shaking from
the cold
His heart is aching
From the untold
His right arm
Is a tattered bag
Which he holds tightly
As if it were filled
With gold
He’s just six
Going on seven
And it’s past ten
Going on eleven
He takes another toke
From his cowboy smoke
And wishes
He too
Could have died with his brother
And taken the ride
to heaven.
His tummy rumbles
And grumbles
He feels faint
And tries hard
Not to stumble
His eyes scream
With muted cries
Too loud for his tired soul
To conjure enough energy
To even mumble.
Little kid scared
Alone in the
Middle of Iraqi nowhere
Past curfew
Without a clue
As to what to do
Or to go where
Just standing there with
A shark’s glazed and lifeless stare
His eyes reveal a whirlpool of disaster
Just another Iraqi kid
Who can’t help
Growing up any faster
The streets are dark
And it’s just him.
Standing in the shadow
Of a blinking ATM
He now thinks of his worn mother
How she once took his torn shirt
And lovingly sewn its hem back together
He never understood
Why she had always told him
“Buckle your sandals”
She used to call,
“Buckle them good
So you walk right and
Stand taller than them all”
So why did he feel so small?
And why does he feel like he’s about to fall?
He kicks his little sandals
At the sand
Trying to understand
What Uncle Sam
And his freedom plan
Had done to his once beautiful land
Babylon is crashing.
In front of him memories are flashing
Rubble, ash, blood, and dust
An empire once fueled with beauty and gust
Now buried under artillery, bones, and rust
In the corner of his eye
He sees a tank suddenly appear
He tries to focus on its lights
Like a lost and rampant deer
Then that chilling electric sound
Cuts and pierces through his ears
The tank stops.
A lady emerges from its top
And examines the boy and sneers
She asks what he is doing outside by himself
And tells him that there are rules
That all must now adhere
But Little Boy Iraq
Glares without
A drip of fear
He swings his precious bag high up in the air
And cries,
“I’m not alone!
Look! My mother is in here!”
I watched from a distance
Then turn away to disappear
My heart felt like a cold rock
And I couldn’t control my tears.
Behind my back
And in my mind
The little boy’s
Words echo forever
So loud
And clear…
“In here and always near.
Her hands and heart are right here.”

=Blue Panther=
“LITTLE BOY WAR” by Suzy Kassem
Copyright 2008-2009. All rights reserved.