For My Sally



On the top shelf
Of my toy store,
There rests a glass case.
No kids are allowed
To reach for it,
Should any
Of my dolls
Fall or break.
I have the most
Priceless collection –
All made of the finest
Porcelain and lace,
But there’s one
Piece of work
In particular –
That truly
Steals the cake.

She stands alone
In the corner,
With thoughts in space.
And a constant stream
Of tears
Are always rolling
Down her face.
The kids are all in awe of her –
They’ve even
Named her
Sadness’s Daughter –
One night
In the wee hours,
Her tears had filled up
The whole case with water.

There’s something special
In her eyes
That I can’t fully describe
That sets her vibe apart
From them all. —
It’s as if she holds
The secrets of time,
Yet the world passes her by –
Not knowing that
A key to Truth
Could be
Hidden behind four walls
Inside a commercial
Shopping mall.

She knows it all –
But feels small.
She gazes through her
Rainbow lenses
Drinking the world’s
Mirages and flaws.
Her feelings are human
She’s an angel
Immune to earthly
Rules and laws.
She scrawls the stalls,
And endures the falls.
She rises to wrong
And shines Truth to all.

You can buy a bulb,
But this Light is not for sale.

There’s a genius and a
Always meeting
Behind her serene veil.
She’s not for sale.
Not for retail.
She’s a special piece
With ancient detail
Too fragile and unique
To ever let sail.

But I’ll let you in
On a little thing —
Exposing her to negative energies
Is almost worse than committing sin.
And that’s why we call her
‘The Queen of Porcelain’–
She’s beautifully painted
On the outside,
But she’s fully loaded
With branches of cracks
Under and in.

What’s over is in.
The most beautiful thing.

=Blue Panther=
Copyright 2008-2009. All rights reserved.

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A Body is Just Another Body

It’s easy to love people. It’s easy to fall into a comfortable rhythm with someone as we cross phases of life. Then as time passes, that person becomes a vital part of your inner and outer rhythm. You love them because they’re so good with you, agree with you, and love you, so you stay floating in that lovable relationship, but are you IN LOVE?

If you’re in a relationship where your “love” feels the same as in the last relationship, then you’re in love with being in relationships, but not in love. If you’re in a loving relationship, but still feel incomplete, then you’re not in a loving relationship that’s right for you. No love is perfect, but there are perfect “synergies” out there that will always keep love stimulating. Different people need different frequencies of love. When you’re in love with THE ONE, parts of you that have been dormant will all of a sudden come out and stars will shoot from your eyes. You are stronger, not weaker than before. You know you are content because you can’t imagine achieving a higher love with anybody else.

As I’ve mentioned on here before, there are different grades of love. Some “chemical or cosmic” formulas are more intense than others. For example, your girlfriend may complain about driving down the street just to get a bag of chips, but if this old high school guy friend calls out of the blue one day and wants her to come over and bring some salsa and chips – two states over, she’s out the door! Many people divorce just because they find someone they have better chemistry with. It’s unavoidable. That’s why it’s important you seek out the best chemical combination possible before you seal the deal. Cosmic and spiritual aspects at play can make circumstances inevitable.

So back to a body being just another body. I realized now in my early 30s, that I seriously could love anyone. I could love seven at the same time. After all, a body IS just a body. But what I want is the perfect SOUL for the perfect chemistry. One that compliments mine so that in the end, it is not just another body to hold at night, for they all feel the same. What really makes a body, somebody, stand out from the rest is how they make me feel. Not how they look, what they do, how they dress, cook or make me the best sauce. I don’t care about their talents or skills. I don’t care what they can do for me professionally. I don’t care if a body is jobless or worth millions. In the end, not just anybody can make me feel super high – without a drug.

– Suzy Kassem

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The Universe is Theirs

The Universe is Theirs

The universe should be ours; however, it truly belongs to the minority that hoard the keys to it.

“What they teach you as history is mythology and true mythology is far from fantasy — it is our true history. A bulk of our real history can be found in Egyptian and Greek mythology. Yes, myths reveal to us worlds of other dimensions that make up our true reality.” — Suzy Kassem

The key of life, or the universe, is not made of metal or gold, but one word, one thought, one ticket. Once you unlock the first door, you witness surrealism you thought only existed in movies and books. It’s no coincidence that the “enchanting” characters you often see repeated in illustrations or movie screens share common similarities in appearance or characteristics. For instance, C.S Lewis describes some of the same fantastical elements as Tolkien, Homer’s Iliad, or even Clash of the Titans. These writers had glimpses into these other worlds. They either saw them in their dreams, heard about them – or knew the secret.

There are books over 3000 years old, and some transcribed from limestone that date way before Jesus, that are loaded with secrets to the universe, to wealth and power, spells for anything, ancient words to wake up the dead, and recipes to open doors of your mind or to other worlds. These books teach you the power of words. Pronunciation is key and if one syllable is out of key or the last word in a chant is recited with a short versus long ending, you could find yourself dead or in another world. Yes, open sesame is real. The power of the word. The power of a line — REAL.

I have seen these books. Some are pressed once, while others were handwritten to create only a duplicate or three – no more. At first, I heard about them as a kid through my dad’s stories about his father. As I mentioned on here before on a posting about white magic, my grandfather was a great sage 30Km outside of Giza. He was infamous throughout Cairo, Ghamaza and Helwan for healing people or calling on the spirits to quickly mend the people’s problems. He never took a dime for anything he did because he said that his gifts were not his, the favors from the spirits were not of his doing, and that skills or advice he passed on to others was always done for the goodwill of serving humanity — not for profit. Why? Because he was chosen to have those skills…did not mean he should be rewarded further for being already blessed with them. Since they were a gift to him, they are a gift to the people. Those words are why I am the way I am today.

My grandfather had tons of these books. I personally went to visit his grave last September in this isolated village called Ghamaza which is located on the Nile’s left bank. A microbus dropped me off in this dreamy green oasis where right away I saw a camel chewing on grass under a palm tree and the blistering sun looked like it was reflecting diamonds into the emerald river. This place was bliss in the physical but I was lost and felt so out of place. This little old man on a donkey asked me if I needed help and as soon as I told him I was looking for a graveyard and mentioned my grandfather’s name, he immediately called out to a few people who came out running to see who I was. Then got so excited at the sound of his name and began to acknowledge me as “the granddaughter from America”. More and more people came out yelling, hugging, and kissing, until I got mobbed with villagers all around me. I got the whole Marilyn Monroe treatment. I saw first-hand how my grandfather had enriched so many lives by witnessing first-hand the effects of his greatness. Even his grave was flooded with tiny kids all dressed in bright fluorescent colors and not a single child was taller than my knees! It was the eeriest experience in my life. Since that visit, I dove deeper into studying “the other sides” and that’s why I may not have been all that much here during patches of this year. Mysticism has always flowed in my blood like the water of the Nile flows through my veins.

When my grandfather died, he burned all his books because he feared his sons would get their hands on them. He never even used spells on his own family, or himself. He only used them for GOOD deeds. The stuff in these books can now be found floating around the digital highway in Armaic, hierolglyphics, ancient or Quranic Arabic. They have been banned in many Arab countries,but have already been tampered with by the wrong people. Some of the words in these books are scribed, interpreted, and translated by religious scholars or sheep herders versus a trained western archaeologist. In raw form, these are powerful scrolls. An archaeologist or scientist wouldn’t even know where to begin.

There’s a lot of Truth revealed in these sacred books and that’s why they’re purposefully hidden from the public. One, they contain very sensitive information – that if improperly used, could create disturbance in the cosmic order. Two, you can manipulate people and the environment with these books, and the evil minority do not want us to know they exist. The gold elite do have access to all this information – for thousands of years since the birth of the Illuminati. Truth was raped for the greedy to divide, control, and conquer us with this sacred information. Government intelligence agencies implement some of it into their technologies and strategies. Pharmaceutical giants have already dissected and drained many of the remedies and secrets of the Pharaohs. Heads of today’s largest corporations manipulate their success by manipulating competition. Even games on TV have a hand of sorcery. The word sorcery sounds “fantasy” don’t it? So does George Bush riding around on a unicorn. Bet he has too. Either by reciting, or simply snorting a line.

There are lots of lines from the walls of Egyptian tombs in hieroglyphics that translate word for word for lines in the Quran. I watched this being researched in front of me. There are thousands of references to the sun. There are instructions found for accessing multi-dimensional worlds, how to talk to the people there, what to ask for, and how to depart. Some of the people you meet look wobbly, hybrids, come in weird sizes, vanish and appear like genies, or look like the Devil’s children. There IS an inner world and there are worlds within every world.

For instance, in April, I was told about this man that had an illegal book that made anything possible. A “student” of his took me to see him one day and I quietly told him my problem. I told him that I was cursed before I entered this world and I wanted to know if it was something my grandfather did, or a curse that was actually put on my mother and the women in my family. The man read my planets, scribbled numbers and weird signs on paper. He asked specific questions: my mother’s name, her birth date, her mother’s sun sign and my full name including all my grandfathers names included. After about an hour discussion, he finally asked me if I ate a soul. He meant meat. I said no and then he said I was to prepare for a trip, but before the journey, I had to to get ready. By that he meant, exercise, fasting, cleansing my energies, my body, “not eating souls”.

Then he wrote a line on a sheet of paper and told me to recite it everyday at a specific time. Then he told me that because I was born at a specific time when such and such planets were away from the sun, I was missing “X” and because “X” was missing, I was not in balance. And because I wasn’t in balance, I was susceptible to curses hitting the holes of open energy found in my spiritual wall. If a soul has all their cosmic components in place, they become impenetrable. So instead of figuring out if I had a curse on me or not, and where it came from, we decided to just make me whole and my spirit super durable. To do so, I needed Amber, Topaz or Ruby.

To get the Ruby, the kind that made up for the planet I was missing, I had to go to this world that had the “best stuff” not found on our plane. Sounds already like a fairytale or video game, don’t it? To do so, I had to fast for 2 months. Then at the end of the two months, I was to recite two words with exact pronunciation – without saying them out loud – until then. So what happened?

In those two months, I went crazy. I was told that if I mispronounced the words, I could be visited by demons or something unknown could happen. So, how was I supposed to know the correct way to say them if I couldn’t say them until the last day of fasting? And in the meantime, there were specific items that I had to cleanse with and “rituals” to perform. Yet everything this man told me, corresponded to something else I had read about, or learned from elsewhere somewhere else. In the process of preparing for this “journey”, I went inside who I was. And slowly, everything was making sense to me. My life study of 33 years had finally come to an end. All the pieces finally came together. It was then that I realized who I was.

Many of us believe that if we were ever confronted by genies we would immediately ask for unlimited amounts of money. I opted for spiritual completeness over success or wealth. Because I had the right “mentality”, this unique opportunity was specifically picked and presented to me, while others may have been given other spells congruent to their own unique character and “formula”. I will tell you that there is not a single “simple” spell in any of these books. They all require homework of some kind or the attainment of “things” either in the physical or within self.

There are thousands of spells for everything under the sun – but they’re not meant to be handled by just anyone. After the end of my two months, I did see the men I was told I would see, and I did ask them for I what I needed, and I did say the words correctly – or at least in my mind. I had enough time to practice there. But this experience, showed me that the dreams I thought I had as a kid, were not dreams. And the beings that I encountered in my youth, were real. And indeed, I am not delusional. To tap into a world in your dreams is one thing, but to be present in a surreal reality when you are conscious – is another. I want people to sit back and seriously think about all that is written here for it was truly experienced by someone just like you. I did not take peyote or any sort of drug. I am not someone who just writes about topics based on what other people have written. I only write from what I have personally experienced.

Now, think about this game of life and the odds.

Next time you come across people dressed up as fairies and dwarfs on their way to a medieval festival, Star Trek convention, or a Lord of the Rings conference, know that these streams of imaginative people you see before you have all previously connected to these surreal worlds in their dreams or between consciousnesses. They may like specific facets of “fantasy” because they are identifiable to a glimpse of a world that’s familiar to them – whether they may realize it or not. Yes, I’m also talking about that person with the mystical warrior name who constantly leaves sparkly fairy images and animated .gifs on your Myspace profile. You may have asked yourself, What the hell happened to this person?This.

There’s knowledge out there that should be shared with the masses. After all, I do know the ancients scribed to preserve and pass these records of knowledge to us for a reason – to be shared. History books teach us that the minds of the past operated on the same frequency, dimension, or level of consciousness as we do now. Not true at all.

I will tell you, that the information found online and in books about Akhenaten, the greatest man in history, is all far from the Truth and that the Amarna Tablet – a hoax left by the sinners of an era – is translated to the public like the National Enquirer. To study Truth, I urge people to begin by studying that period in history. Adam descended in Egypt and it was in Egypt that evil first corrupted man. “Misr Om Il Dounya” is a popular Arabic saying across the world – for a reason. It means, Egypt is the mother of the world. And IT IS the mother of civilization. To explore Truth, I encourage you all to start there. But first, put down the books and book a plane ticket.

There is Truth to flying horses. There is Truth to little men dressed in bright colors parading around in lands filled with demons, Kings and Queens. We do live in a transdimensional universe. There are many worlds moving at the same time as ours whether we can see them or not. I have seen them. I have seen worlds beyond worlds and I’ll put my name and career on it. The universe is a radio station laced with 2000+ channels. And ours, Earth, is of the lowest frequency.

By Suzy Kassem

Corresponding Read: “Know Your Rivers of Energy”

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Rise Up and Salute the Sun by Suzy Kassem



Rise up!

Rise up and salute the sun!

Rise up and
Synergize as

And division there shall be none.


And division there shall be none.

Wise up.

Wise up and salute the sun!

So what is right will always be won –

So what is wrong will be never be done.


So what is wrong will never be done.
So justice will always be won.

Rise up!
Wise up and salute the sun!

Because what is

Can never
Be undone,
And what is churning
Has already been spun.

The lies are distorting the sum.
And they’re quickly earning
The minds of our young.

Rise Up!

Wise up and
Vibrate justice and peace
Throughout the
And digital

Spread light to replace all
The hatred
And ignorance in the world-
With Truth,
And amplified

Rise up!
Rise up and salute the sun.

Get wise and
Join lights as ONE.

The journey has just begun.


Has just begun.

So wise up!

Wise up

Let the LIGHT replace all your fears –
And fill out your life
With love and care!

Rise up!

Wise up and free all your minds.

Rise up and stand up
For all

Try on your gold crowns
And shine!

Because the sun symbolizes
What’s lit inside.

Heals us and gives
Us eyes.

Its what hears us and gives us life.

It’s also the symbol of the most high —
The light
In all its might!

Rise up and salute the sun!
Wise up because the hour
And they’ve sent us
More than one drum.

Hurry up!

Hurry up
Before the last chime

Before the TIME IS UP!

Rise up before they kill our dove!
Wise up and
Fight with



Rise up and salute the sun.
Rise up and salute the sun!

By Suzy Kassem

=Blue Panther=
Excerpt from Rise Up and Salute the Sun! The Poetry of Suzy Kassem

Copyright 2008-2009. All rights reserved.

P.S –
This goes out to all the creative minds of our time. This goes out to the silent professionals with skills that could be intertwined to push the divine. This goes out to all the scribes that write with no thoughts to the line. This goes out to all the oppressed and all their tribes.
This goes out to my generation and to those who rock the same vibe. The time is now. Now is the time. Time out. I’m out of time. Time is running out, but no worries. We’ll soon all be running out after Time. – Suzy Kassem aka Blue Panther 777 (Nov. 2009)

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