The Creator, The Imitator, and the Traitor

The Creator, The Imitator, and the Traitor by Suzy Kassem

The Creator, The Imitator, and the Traitor by Suzy Kassem

By Suzy Kassem

The streets would have been empty without him. Without his paintbrush or the liquid rainbows streaming violently from his heart and soul, there would be no color on his neighborhood’s walls or sidewalks.

The kids knew him only as the Wizard, and the Wizard never revealed his true name to anyone. From dusk to dawn, he translated the static in his mind into magnificent works of art — then would disappear back into the hole from which he came from.

Over the course of several years, Wizard’s territory gradually became a super trendy community for artists – who all came from faraway places. Inspired by Wizard’s work, they too created majestic art, and it wasn’t long until the media came to make everyone who lived there super rich and famous.

One by one, each artist reached the stars, and with more time, an unknown stranger came along and claimed he was the Wizard. He was flown all around the world and handed fancy cars, but nobody knew that the real Wizard still lived in his hole like a lizard.

Then one day, a young man noticed a remarkable piece of art, on a now abandoned boulevard, and alerted everyone that the long-gone Wizard had finally returned for a surprise visit.

But in truth, the Wizard had ever left his streets. But since his neighborhood had been overtaken by herds of other artists, his work had quickly gotten lost in the mix. And now that all the other artists had moved away after being consumed by the media circus, the walls were now clear again for Wizard to work his magic tricks.

The young man who spotted the Wizard’s signature, decided to never sleep a wink in hopes of catching the artist for a quick autograph and side-by-side picture. And as he stayed up night after night to get a sight of this super famous guy, he soon discovered the Wizard was actually the weird lone-wolf hipster who had married his estranged sister.

Upon finally meeting the Wizard, the young man promised never to reveal the artist’s true identity, and in exchange he was given a tour of his studio basement. In it, he came across thousands of canvases covered with art and asked the Wizard if he could sell them for a split of the deal. The Wizard told him they were all far from being complete, but added the young man was always welcome to come and sit with him. But over time, the young man’s greed grew out of control, and he stole all of Wizard’s art and spit on him.

Not too long after, colors faded from the streets and Wizard’s veins, and he died in his wife’s arms — taking with him his infamous vision. And now when you ask the kids from way back then, that had now grown up: “Whatever happened to the rainbow magician?”

They will tell you, he now lives in a castle somewhere in Paris …where he paints and sleeps with thousands of women!

Suzy Kassem, a master at capturing the human condition. © 2011

The Last Garden of Knowledge

By Suzy Kassem

There was a wise man who spent all his life building a mystical garden. His flowers were the most fragrant across the land, and every day he taught them knowledge.

In the last chapter of his life, the man had grown very frail and his skin turned thin and blue. He was so determined to leave all the wisdom in the world inside his garden, to be shared with future generations, that he had severely neglected his own health.

When the man finally died alone in his chambers, his flowers cried for seven days. And seven days after his death, they realized they now had to fend for themselves. With no food, wisdom, or water, the flowers knew their days were numbered. The old man had died so suddenly that he had forgotten to unlock the gates to his garden.

One day, a young boy, who was playing out in the fields, caught the seductive scent of the forgotten garden. He knocked on the garden’s gates, but when nobody answered, he climbed over the ledge and fell inside.

At the sight of the first flower, the boy rushed to pluck it from the earth right away. But before he could tear out its stem, the flower said to him, “Wait, child. I have something for you if you do something for me.”

The boy stumbled back at the sound of the talking flower. “What do you want from me?” he mumbled.

“If you pluck me from my roots, I will die within three days. And the wisdom that I drank from my master every day, will forever be erased. I will give you a petal of his wisdom to help you grow, if you promise to return tomorrow to water my roots so that I may also grow.” said the flower.

The boy knew that he was to leave with his family for the Orient the next day, but because he was so seduced by the flower’s sweet fragrance, he agreed immediately. He took the petal home and was never seen again.

Two days later, a ball flew over the garden’s gates and landed in the dirt next to the same flower. A little girl climbed over the wall with her brother, and they both ran across the garden to fetch their ball, while carelessly crushing a trail of delicate flowers in their path.

Immediately the flower spoke out to the children, “Children, would either of you care to gain knowledge on how to bring peace into your world and inside your homes?”

The children stared at each other in awe, then stepped closer to the talking flower.

“Our country is at war and our father has not yet returned home with his army. Can you bring our father back?” asked the girl.

“Yes, I can show you how. If each of you take home one of my petals and place them under your pillows, you will know the way with time. But you must promise to return tomorrow to water my roots, or I will wilt away with time.”

The children both took two of the flower’s petals and returned to the fields. And that night, under the moonlight, the flower wept over the loss of its sisters and brothers.

The next day the flower waited for the children to return, but instead an old woman climbed over the gates with a basket to collect some flowers for her home. As she plucked several from the ground, she jumped at the sound of the talking flower.

“Woman! In every flower you have torn from this sacred garden, there contains libraries of knowledge that your children and grandchildren will never see or hear. Come closer so I can share with you some of mine, and show you the way to immortality!” the flower cried.

The woman walked over to the flower and got on her knees to study its magnificence. It only had three petals left.

“I am sick and the doctors say I do not have much longer to live. Where is the way to immortality?” she asked.

“Do you have any water so that I may drink?” inquired the flower.

“No, the stream is very far from here. I would have to bring you some tomorrow.”

“Very well,” the flower replied sadly. “Take three of my petals and put one in your tea at breakfast, one at lunch, and the last for dinner. Then you will know the way to immortality.”

The woman thanked it and went on her way. That night, the flower cried again for its master and dead siblings.

The next day, the flower stood alone in the garden dying of thirst. A bird flew over its head and landed on the ground next to it.

“Foolish flower,” said the bird, “Have you not learned that you can show humans the way to knowledge, but they will shoot you with an arrow in return?”

The flower thought about the bird’s words, and then sulked in remorse under the sun’s grueling heat. Then finally after the sun disappeared over the horizon and the flower still found itself alone, it tilted its head to face the dead, and took in its last breath to eternal sleep.

By Suzy Kassem © 2011. All rights reserved. For more check out my book, Rise Up and Salute the Sun – The Writings of Suzy Kassem

Like the Heart of an Animal

Animal Telepathy & the 7th Sense

You may have wondered at one time or another — how your cat, or someone else’s cat, KNEW you were sad, hurt, or even contemplating suicide. When you were sad and blue, your pet instinctively came up to you and transmitted an indescribable sensation of unconditional love. You may have also wondered how your dog or cat knew days before it accidentally died, to give you a final goodbye. You may have wondered too, why the sheep in the barnyard were crying so loudly — the night before they were due to be slaughtered. Or how about, hippos fleeing from their location at the arrival of men with guns and loud radios — over 5 miles away.

All animals operate on a higher frequency than we do, and animals are more capable of surrendering to unconditional love than humans. All animals have the 7th sense. However, some are “defective” just as we have “defective” folk on this plane, but most are highly perceptive. And if you already operate on a high frequency, then you can telepathically communicate with them — the same way I can communicate to falcons and owls. If your heart is open and vibrates loudly, animals can tap into your vibrations. Ask them any question, and they will answer — if you are willing to accept this TRUTH. If they know your heart is pure and calm, they will love being around you – without any kind of training. What I can do with birds, YOU can too. How so?

Activate your multi-dimensional self and automatically you will be able to tap into transdimensional frequencies. Your heart is the key to opening portals within portals within the universe — and in gaining unconditional friendships with wild animals. If you should come across some deer with their babies in the woods, and you must pass by them to cross over to the other side — if the deer run away, your heart is not yet pure. However, if the deer allow you to pass by them while still standing very close to you with their babies, then your heart is as white as God’s light. – Suzy Kassem

The Key to Harmony

You know, if we all learned to sing in the “AH resonance” as a universal united choir, our vibrations would be so deafening to all things evil. The “AH resonance” is the song of angels. If we sang together at the same time for the entire duration of a sunrise, you guys would be amazed at how we could escalate and balance the harmonic frequencies of the entire planet. – Suzy Kassem

Foolish Fashionistas

It costs Chanel less than $25 to make a leather handbag — which they turn around and sell for $3700. Walk into any Bloomingdales, Neiman Marcus or Nordstroms and study the leather yourselves. The quality of the leather they use on all their purses would not even make good durable walking shoes for a homeless person stuck on the streets for one month! And that ugly $1500 Louis Vuitton purse your girlfriend or wife is carrying, does not cost the company more than $5 to make. Why? It is not even leather! And for those that truly know STYLE, nothing that brand makes is even stylish! This is the TRUTH!

So, WHO carries this kind of junk and WHY?
MY OWN MOM DOES!! She has to have the best of everything!
BUT —- is this stuff truly THE BEST—-or the best image marketing money can buy?

It is a FACT that consumers measure “quality” by an item’s price tag. You can take two t-shirts made by the same factory and throw them on a rack — one priced $2 and the other priced $120. The average consumer will automatically perceive the shirt priced higher to be made of a better quality, or simply a better brand, than the one priced cheap. Only the fool will buy the one priced more, but the majority of shoppers in today’s market are FOOLS. If this was not the case, Louis Vuitton wouldn’t have sold any purses.

When we choose SURFACE over SUBSTANCE, you get people that are all surface and lack true substance. Welcome to today’s world. Do not brand yourself like a cow — unless you are prone to be a follower – and must feel part of the foolish herd.

If you want QUALITY, buy a used Volvo. It is built like a tank and can last over 1 million miles. I’d rather you wear a shirt that is cheap, stylish and will last a long time…than a shirt that is outrageously priced and will be worn only once. In fact, I’d rather you go BRAND-LESS and be your own brand. Your attitude and stance is already your own personal style card. The young men in Egypt wear the same shirts everyday and I think it’s sexy. Instead of caring so much about what outfit to wear everyday, they care more about enjoying life and the people around them. These men have so much DEPTH and SUBSTANCE to them, they don’t have to label themselves on the surface. TO ME, that is super attractive. If you truly HAVE SUBSTANCE, then you wouldn’t feel like you have to prove it on the outside. Remember these words…and pay close attention. — SUZY KASSEM

The True Meaning of Hipster

“The word hipster was originally used for the true freaks of the western new world renaissance like the Kerouac cats, Lenny Bruce, Basquait, Cat Stevens, Arthur Miller, Eames, Bruce Lee, James Dean, Jim Morrison, John Lennon, and Gloria Steinem. They were visionaries. They invented things, new ideas, trends, styles, or attitudes that later became HIP. They were nonconformists, not sheep. So when I say HIPSTER, I mean the true hipster, not someone who simply shops at Urban Outfitters, or a thrift store, and thinks that automatically makes them “hip”. Hip to what exactly? The going uniforms? Hipsters actually consist of a super teeny minority that you could fit into a garage. They are the people who turn fields and change them. They are the trendsetters that pave new ways, not follow the packs. THAT is the true definition of HIPSTER.”  – Suzy Kassem

*Repeat post

Art is Giving

If you have energies within yourself that you sometimes find uncontainable, it is because you are not unleashing the powers within you — or doing what you were meant to do. Many of you are filled with insane creativity, knowledge, and unfathomable volumes of LOVE – and if you do not unleash your powers, they will destroy you. Instead of popping a pill or drinking alcohol, BE CREATIVE. And if you feel congested and can’t be creative, get creative with the creativity, love, and knowledge of others. Embrace art & culture because they are the light and water for our soul’s flower. Those that do not unleash their hidden talents will die earlier than those who do. ART is revealing your soul to the universe. Engaging in creative fields and hobbies, is the only way your soul will dance. Shutting off any forms of liberal expression (coming in or out) is denying your soul music.

This is why protecting the arts is very important. In ancient times, the ARTS was LIFE. The Arts is the cure for boredom and the way to EVOLVE. One painting you make, one poem you write, one necklace you create, one sculpture you manifest, one song you produce, one act that you do that inspires others….THAT is your legacy. Art is GIVING. When you work for THE MAN doing something without creativity or healing, you join the ranks of those who age quickly from wasteful living and their soul grieving. – Suzy Kassem

*Art by KASL

Guerillas in the Mist

One day, I’m going to hire my own Blackwater troops to go fight the militants that are destroying and killing all the gorillas in Africa. That way, I can also eliminate ALL the guerrillas killing for money at the same time, while saving the real gorillas that do matter. — Suzy Kassem

Children of the Sun and Stars

Pay close attention to the movements of the sun. When the sun flares, we can use this energy to do very good things while it is climaxing. However, there is a party that walks amongst us that is using this energy to do bad things. The sun is, and will always be, our ultimate energy source. The magnetic field that surrounds our earth branches outward toward the sun – like a bridge – in the form of an angel (see image below).

What happens with the sun has an impact on the earth, and what happens on earth has impact on the sun. There are people that closely watch the sun’s movements so they can tamper with its powerful energy. This energy field is part of our life force. If it is toyed with, it can affect the energy between us, our soil, oceans, and animals. It is a myth that the sun is simply a planet that lights up the world. It is way more than that. Without the sun, we would all die. It is the battery of life, and if someone plays with this giant battery, they can manipulate the circuitry of everything that breathes – physically, mentally, and spiritually.

Rise up and salute the sun! It is what feeds us, gives us vision, and truly unites us as one! — Suzy Kassem

Bonds for Life and the Afterlife – Part 1


Part 1

I’m not Hindu, but I can see the truths and beauty in every single religion out there. If your heart is truly activated, then you would be able to see them too. So, as weird as some religions may seem to be on the surface, if you dig hard enough you will discover some truths and substance in every one. This is why it is very important to love and respect all religions. They all have something important and unique to teach us all. This lesson is about the BONDS we make in life.

In Hinduism, they believe that a man and woman that get married — are stuck with each other for seven lifetimes. And during the wedding ceremony, they walk around a fire seven times to seal their bond.

SO, what happens….if the man you are stuck with is not good to you? Or, if the women turns out to be a mega slut? WHAT THEN? Are you really chained to these people lifetime after lifetime…or simply…in heaven or hell? Make sure you ask a Hindu this question. In the meantime, here is the answer from my heart and it applies to ALL religions:

Every bond you make known to the universe becomes infinite the moment you both consent to a relationship. If you had a close relationship with your pet, you will meet them again on the other side. If you were close to your grandma, you will also meet her on the other side…and so on.

However, if your mate, friend, pet, or relative was not good to you — you can dissolve that bond through a declaration made from “at least one” of your hearts, and you will be freed from that bond for eternity. The flame of any relationship can be easily extinguished simply by making your desire known; however, YOU MUST make it known. Your heart acts like a powerful little antenna and its vibrations can be felt throughout the universe. From it, you can form bonds and dissolve them at will…and the universe will receive and record your signal. – Suzy Kassem

It takes two hearts to seal a bond, but only one heart to dissolve it.

Copyright 2011, Suzy Kassem. All rights reserved.

A Man Named Milo

By Suzy Kassem

There was a man named Milo, and he was the most famous artist in the world.But even though Milo made millions through the licensing and selling of his artwork, and had millions of fans around the world, he died in his late 30s from being severely unhappy.

Because doctors could not trace the real reason for Milo’s sudden death, the life insurance policy put on him by his family could not be honored. However, it was not a secret that Milo had left behind a will. And so two weeks after Milo’s funeral, his lawyer called his parents and eldest brother to tell them to be present at the reading of Milo’s last testament — in his office the following day.

In the lawyer’s office, both Milo’s parents arrived on time as requested. However, his older brother, a banker, walked in half an hour late and apologized by saying that he was busy touring high-end properties with his real estate agent. Yet as the clocked ticked steadily for another hour, the lawyer still had not started reading Milo’s will. Impatient, the mother stood up in disgust and said to the lawyer, “Why did you tell us to arrive promptly on time, if you were only going to make us suffer more by waiting?”

The lawyer quietly replied, “We are still waiting on one more person. As soon as he arrives, we will commence the reading.”

“WHO is this other person?” the mother lashed back in anger. “Milo has no other family, or anybody more dearer to him than US!”

Yet the lawyer ignored her question and continued tending to his paperwork.

About a half hour later, a homeless man in tattered clothing strolled into the room. “I’m sorry for my delay,” he stated politely, “I made it here the fastest I could on foot, but I couldn’t find a safe place to store my cart.” He then quickly scanned the room for a place to sit down and picked a chair furthest away from the family. “I hope you good people do forgive me.”

“WHO is HE?” Milo’s brother demanded nervously.

“This is Theodore Maximillus the 3rd, one of Milo’s dearest friends. This good man just arrived from California, where he had set out on foot from here two weeks ago just to get bushels of Nutmeg flower to cover Milo’s grave…as your son had once requested of him.”

“Well, I did hitchhike most of the way, Sir.” Theodore quickly corrected the lawyer. Then he fumbled in his chair while staring down at his holed-up shoes with humility.

“WHO is this impostor?” Milo’s mother shrieked. “Nutmeg flowers? I’ve never heard my son mentioning anything about Nutmeg flowers!”

“It was his favorite flower, Ma’am. It was the main subject in a lot of his paintings…if you paid close attention,” Theodore replied.

Immediately, Milo’s mother turned silent to reflect on the man’s words. And from the corner of her eyes, she studied him with great curiosity. Then, the lawyer started reading Milo’s will.

After fifteen minutes of legal jargon, the lawyer finally announced the verdict…

“I leave my entire estate to Theodore Maximillus the 3rd, to do with it as his heart wishes. And to my mother, I return to her my heart. And to my father, I return to him my brain. And to my brother, I leave to him my conscience so that he may one day use it,” the lawyer recited. “And thank you, my dear friend Theodore, for giving me your eyes, ears, and heart so I can leave to them my own.”

“THIS IS ABSURD! MY SON WOULD NEVER LEAVE HIS FORTUNE TO A MINDLESS BUM!!” Milo’s mother screamed. “I gave him everything, including life! What more could he want than that?”

“Have you ever asked him about his HAPPINESS?” asked Theodore.

The mother fell silent again.

Then Milo’s brother spoke up, “I called him almost every day. I was always there for him. I gave him tips and advice almost every night on how to manage his wealth!”

“And have you…ever asked him about his HEALTH?” asked Theodore.

Milo’s brother fell silent.

Then Milo’s father spoke up, “And what makes you so special over his own family?”

Without needing a second to think, Theo replied, “I gave him my heart, eyes, and ears. I was there to listen to him when he needed an ear. I gave him my eyes whenever he wanted feedback on his work or a change of vision. I gave him my heart whenever he showed me his, and after his death, my heart still holds his dreams.”

“And now YOU also hold HIS MONEY!!” Milo’s mother shouted.

“Ma’am,” Theodore intervened. “I don’t want any of your son’s wealth. If it means that much to you, then I have no intention of taking any of it away. Your son restored in me all that I had lost once before — and THAT is truly priceless. I had the opportunity to share moments with an amazing man with an amazing heart. That alone means more to me than any amount of money you could give me.” Then, Theodore reached down to quickly tie his torn shoe and gracefully walked out the door.

Sitting back in his chair with a crooked smile frozen on his yellow face, the lawyer finally added while shaking his head, “That Theodore Maximillus the 3rd — was the best district attorney this state has ever seen. He abandoned law years ago after his wife left him for working so much. It broke his heart. He was, and clearly still is, the most honorable man in the land.”

A flattened nutmeg flower that was once stuck to Theodore’s heel, now sat on the floor across from Milo’s family. They all stared it for a few seconds in deep contemplation, then looked down at their perfectly polished shoes with faces loaded with shame. — Suzy Kassem

Copyright 2011, Suzy Kassem. All Rights reserved. For more stories by Suzy Kassem, go here.

A Lesson on Perspective


There is a very important point I want to make and it should change the way you see things…

Let’s assume that, the stars and the moon in this picture represent “God”. WHAT do you understand from this simple image?


Joe Dean: Does this mean that we re-create the things that god gives us?

Mayra Alejandra Vazquez: Following…

Suzy Kassem: No.

Joe Dean: What then? I don’t get it, Suzy.

Boyd Hill: One person is just drawing the stars without the moon so I guess I’m not seeing the whole picture.

Suzy Kassem: If you cannot decode this simple image in one word or sentence right away, then your heart is not truly activated.

Alicia Strohm: they both hold pieces of the big picture …….. wink.

Laura DavḮd: Umm that we all have our own perspective of who or what god is?

Erik Swanson: Working together for the one.

Joe Dean: Harmony!

Mayra Alejandra Vazquez: hope? Of doing the best u can do?

Kazu Livingstone: There is something above us, that we need to recreate on Earth.

Sebastien Lajarrige: good proportions! nice

Joe Dean: To be honest, who cares? If your religious, your religious, and if not — you don’t need to look at some crappy picture to try and change your mind!

Laura DavḮd: Joe, I don’t think this picture is trying to change anyone’s mind…i think suzy is simply trying to see how we interpret this picture….which i believe is simply about perspective, so maybe she wants to see our perspective…? i just think its simply about PERSPECTIVE rather than religion.

Uribe Khay: Get used to seeing whats around you and your surroundings, because that is also what is inside you. That is what I get from the picture.

Foremost Poets: Surah 12:1-7.

Joe Dean: Peace, love and harmony! that is my perspective of this image!

Bleak One: God is the moon!

Lola Rephann: two interpretations: 1) many paths, one truth (the boy on the right sits at a different angle to the mobile and draws what he sees, but the essence is the same); 2) being programmed begins at the earliest age, where “god,” “freedom,” “success” and other concepts are fed to us from childhood and we copy these unconsciously because they have been presented as the only way. instead of SEEKING truth, we are programmed to fit into a system that provides the ILLUSION of truth.

Te’oma Mu: The Moon is so close and yet the Stars are so far, but both are equally in size of how we see them in view of the interpretation on paper.

Suzy Kassem: Good answers everybody, but Alicia, Laura, and Lola got it right.—————- PERSPECTIVE. Everybody has a different way of interpreting the same thing. People can look at the SAME exact thing from DIFFERENT angles based on their personal PERSPECTIVE and… the location of where they are looking at it. That little girl is looking up at the same thing as the boy – but they are interpreting it differently on paper because they are looking up at it from different seats. And even if their images look different — it is still the SAME THING. This is why there are many images out there of the SAME GOD – interpreted differently from different perspectives. God will look different to everyone depending on what angle you look at Him from. For example, you can hold a grapefruit in the sky and someone will tell you its an apple, another will tell you it is a lemon — but it is still a grapefruit. People will tell you what IT is based on how they see it. Another example, if you hold up a little world up in the sky so that all countries can see it, each country will tell you how it looks based on their own language and environment. So for instance, if people in India had to show you what God looks like, they would explain him to you with the use of elephants and tigers and many gods with attributes to represent every characteristic of the Divine. In upper Europe, they may use a white horse, a king, a sword….you know. That little girl in this picture could be using a purple crayon instead of the boy’s blue one. And let’s add, he chose blue because it was his favorite color, and she chose purple because it was the only one left. Both these kids are drawing their translations of the same thing from the angle of their seats, and their personal perspective + in a color that was left or chosen. There are so many spectrums within spectrums of ways you can look at the SAME THING. Look at how all the artists in the world are painting their view of the world. Not a single painting looks the same! Everyone will interpret life based on his/her perspective: drawn from personal experiences, cultural backgrounds, environments, soul colors, preferred communication/creative mediums..etc) Those two kids are sitting so close to each other yet they both SEE the same exact thing differently. Just look at their drawings. Truth is multidimensional — and so are you — God — the Earth — the Universe. This is the point. You can look at Truth from many different angles, but in the end it is still Truth. Now, let’s also add that those two kids are also sister and brother.

Foremost Poets: Think about the question that was asked….. If the stars and the moon in this picture is God, then the “Children of God” take on an entirely different meaning. In fact, in this picture they are the Authors of God because they are the creators. In this picture, although they are young, they are not just children; they are the originators.

Suzy Kassem: You’ve got me sailing on the SS Confusion. I meant it symbolically. We are all children of the same Creator. Given. Right now, I just want people to focus on those two ordinary kids sitting there drawing. Many of you may recall from reading your holy books that the Creator asked to never create his image. He knew that if everyone created his image differently, than many people would assume that we were worshiping different gods — not the exact same one.

Te’oma Mu: hence we recreate god in every waking moment to suit our needs.

Suzy Kassem: To know God, know your heart (conscience). After you know your heart, you will learn to see God in all things. Truth can only be seen by those with Truth in them. I think all the replies so far make great examples of all of us interpreting the SAME IMAGE differently – using different words, analogies, symbols, and literary visuals. Point made. All your perspectives are RIGHT, even if you are only capturing one side of the real truth. This is how God and Truth are looked at as well. Like a crystal, they have many panels. Language makes it easy to describe the same thing over a thousand different ways. Yet language can also be used to hide and distort Truth as well.

One Infection Affects the Entire Body

The same way you have a life force within and around you, the air around us has a life force of its own, so does the sea and each star — every stone and every bird. Right now, multiple life forces are being poisoned. And remember…we are all connected. When one arm is poisoned, the whole body becomes infected. — Suzy Kassem

Messages from Friends Who Died

By Suzy Kassem

I had a friend who wanted to change the world.

His name was Dan, and he drank so much just to numb his sensitivities to the cruelties happening in our world. He kept telling me, “Tomorrow I will do this and that…to make the world better.” But he never did. And even though his intentions were good and I felt his heart was in the right place, he treated his mother who had Alzheimer’s badly, because when he was younger — she treated him badly. And at 23, Dan died in a car accident.

Shortly after his death, I started to feel weird energies on my pillow every night. I got so scared, I couldn’t sleep! By that time, I had already lost 4 people very close to me. I did not know WHO or what it was. So I went to see a woman in Ann Arbor, Michigan who claimed she could communicate with the dead.

This woman was a scrawny anorexic piece of work. Her hair was bleached to the scalp. Her face looked super frail, and her scattered movements were similar to someone on crystal meth. She was a nun who left the church years ago to elope with her high school love…so the story went.

She had me sit at the foot of a table and asked me if I had brought any of the items that once belonged to those close to me — as I was told to do. I showed her my sister’s CD player, Dan’s “Dinosaur Jr” t-shirt, a bracelet another friend made for me before took her life, and a punk rock tape another friend left behind one day in my car (she OD’ed). I pushed all these items in front of the lady and waited.

She put her hands over the items and played with their energies until suddenly she began shaking uncontrollably in her seat (like in the movies). Then she started crying and crying and crying. The tears just flowed out her like two rivers. Then amidst all her tears, she started spitting out what sounded like fragmented sounds at first, “Doot, Doot…Doot — doot doot, — Doot Doot…” followed by “Now in my younger days I used to sport a shag…when I went to school I carried lunch in a bag…”

This cracked out old lady was singing my favorite song by a hip-hop group called The Pharcyde! My friend, who had given me the bracelet, used to blare it out loudly from her car and we’d sing along with it as we drove around late at night…This was OUR song.

That friend took her life one night in Cleveland when I was away in Egypt. I could tell it was her just by the way the woman was singing the song! The girl was crying uncontrollably and kept saying she was sorry over and over again. She said she was stuck now and could not leave. She kept saying she had made a mistake and for me to keep praying for her so she could move on…Her words became muffled as she sobbed uncontrollably through her waterfall of tears!

Then suddenly the women started shaking again and the voice rapidly changed. I heard, “Suzzzzzy! Thank you for coming, dude! Thank you! Thank youuuuu! Oh my GAWWWWD!! Thank you!” The voice sounded like it was in agony. Then it said, “Suzy! Please tell my mother I love her. I love her so much! Please ask her to forgive me for the way I was to her…PLEAAAAAAAASE!!! You have got to! It’s important that she forgives me! Suzy, she is the only one who can save me! AWWWWGH ZZZZZ.”

The sounds shifted from clear to static often and I felt like I was trying to adjust the signal to a radio. I could see the woman struggling to control all the frequencies beaming through her. It was then when I understood why she looked so frail and weak. After about another 10 minutes of total distortion, her head dropped on the table exhausted — and her aide told me to collect my things so she could rest. I returned 3 more times to communicate with my sister, and to bring Dan’s mother with me to speak to him. I had also sent some of my mom’s friends to go see her, but until now, nobody knows what happened to that lady. One day, the woman suddenly disappeared.

I share this story to show people that those who take their own lives regret it and suffer deeply for cheating death – in the end. And a mother’s heart can either save you or destroy you from the heavens and hells of the afterlife – even if your heart was good to everybody else. This woman I visited, was not a fraud. She told me things in my other visits to her that nobody else would even know – except those who were channeled through her.

I wrote a section in my book just based on the most important lesson I gained from frequenting her. Never give in to your temporarily moods for they will eventually pass over just like the clouds do in the sky. The clouds ALWAYS make way for the sun. Never cheat death or it will slap you with a sentence of misery for the defeat. Suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. And, we never know when we are going to go. Always be good to your mother.

After my first visit to this lady, the movements on my pillow at night had finally STOPPED. I could finally go to sleep in peace. — Suzy Kassem

For Future World Citizens


So, yesterday I went to go look at a gigantic piece of property situated on a high hill in Boston. It is roughly 60,000+ sq feet and they are asking $11 million for it.

It used to be a replica of China’s Forbidden City in the 80s and now it’s empty. Nobody has had the money to buy it or rent it out since it shutdown due to bankruptcy. It is shaped like a humongous Buddhist monastery for giants, and would require a lot of work just to restore and renovate it. I want to buy it and turn it into a school for young world citizens, to cultivate and nurture the future decision-makers and policymakers around the globe. I believe to foster compassionate world leaders, they must wise well-rounded intellectuals with an active conscience, and have a deep understanding of other cultures, languages, and religions. But first and foremost, they must be spiritually grounded, in tune with the universe, and understand how every decision they make not only has an impact on their nations — but on the world at large. I want to develop universal soldiers for Truth to instill and preserve harmony around the world. This is my ultimate dream.

The location is PERFECT (in the mecca of academia – BOSTON). I already know what I want to do with the space. I want all the exterior walls to be made of impenetrable crystalline to allow as much light in as possible. It will be an international boarding school for children of all faiths and backgrounds. I want to import British, French, and Japanese teachers to teach WORLD RELIGIONS, SOUND THEORY, THE PRINCIPLES OF HARMONY, MANY LANGUAGES, MEDIA, ART, NATURE, WISDOM, ANTHROPOLOGY, POLITICAL SCIENCE, DIFFERENT CULTURES, MUSIC, PHILOSOPHY, and most of all…WORLD UNITY. I also want to create alliances with all the Ivy League schools in Boston, including Stanford and Yale — even Julliard, INSEAD, RISD, Cambridge, Oxford, London School of Economics…and more. I want to create A-Class humanitarians with a compassionate, multi-dimensional, international perspective. They will be well-trained social scientists no matter what career field they wish to pursue for college. Every graduate from the school will have traveled to at least 11 countries and speak at least three languages before they are released into the world. Even if you do not have the money to send your child to my school, they can easily get in through scholarships and sponsors — only if they pass Suzy’s test of the heart.

The school can house thousands of students and this is my heart’s dream. It would be the only thing that could make me happy. And though it could take me years just to collect all the financing needed, organize, recruit, hire, and BUILD, this is my life’s ultimate mission. A heart without dreams is like a bird without feathers. If I don’t get that location, it only means that I was meant to build one from scratch.   — Suzy Kassem



suzy kassem and akhenaten

You know how you meet someone and you feel this cosmic spark as if you are seeing a twin in the mirror?

Your intuition tells you..THIS PERSON is right for you, but you do not get the same response from the other person…at the same time. However, when you meet this person again at a later time, then they may feel you are right for them…but by then you have already moved on.

Some people find their other halves at the right time, while others meet a TWIN at the wrong time. Timing is everything for beautiful chemistry. And when you see a couple that look totally wrong for each other, what you DON’T see is their chemistry. This is why some people do not understand why someone never went for THEM. Or how could that guy or girl go for her/him, and not YOU? CHEMISTRY. Sometimes, how the other person makes them FEEL is all it takes to win them over YOU…even if you can offer them the world.

We do not have only ONE soulmate. This is a myth. Each person you had around you in a past life, you will perceive as a “soul mate” in this one. You see and feel a familiarity in them that makes them stand out to you. However, there are a handful of souls of the opposite sex as you (or the same)…somewhere out there in the world that were split from the same WHOLE as you. Some people call them TWIN FLAMES. However, I feel this is a myth too. Because a whole can be split into numerous parts, versus just two, the same way we cut an orange into four.

The attraction towards a twin far exceeds how you would feel towards a soul mate. However, the world is so HUGE, the probability of running into a TWIN (from the same whole) is slim. You will drop everything you have to be with a TWIN! The energy between you two will be POWERFUL and you will be drawn to them like electricity. With a soul mate, the relationship will be comfortable, warm — almost like being with a sister or brother. Yet, you won’t jump over a bridge to reach them. There is a difference…as there are many different depths one could experience in love. The extremes you could go through for one love, you may never consider for another and so forth.

So what happens when you KNOW and FEEL you have met a twin, but they are already in a relationship with a soul mate — or the wrong person? It is normal for one twin to evolve faster than the other — since their environments and experiences were different. This is something you cannot control or change. Do know, that just because you have found a twin does not mean you were supposed to be together. Yes, the relationship will be ELECTRIFYING if it happened, but what are you supposed to do if they are already with someone else? Move on. There are more twins split from the same whole. Just because you ran into ONE, does not mean there aren’t more.

This post is not to tell you to wait for a twin to come into your life. If it was written in the stars for you to meet one, you will. The best LOVE is the kind of love that makes you feel GOOD and is stable. The chemistry is peaceful…and the love is unconditional. A twin’s love is ELECTRICAL and could be problematic as it alternates a lot between different currents, depths and frequencies. A soul mate’s love is not as deep and extreme but it is “more comfortable”. In the end, it is all about if you want super magnetic electrical love or a calm peaceful love. Calm waves or crashing ones? Heavy metal or jazz? Again, it all comes down to CHEMISTRY…and very good TIMING. – SUZY KASSEM

One Day Soon

One day soon, I will adopt 7 male children:

One will be Muslim. One will be Hindu. One will be Jewish. One will be Christian. One will be Sikh. One will be Buddhist. And one will be Catholic.

When they enter grade school, I am going to send the Muslim kid to Hebrew Academy, the Jewish kid will be sent to Islamic school, the Christian will be sent to school in India, the Hindu will be sent to Catholic school, and the Sikh will go to Bible school…

Then, when they reach 11, I will tell the truth to the Jew and tell him he was really Muslim, and tell the Muslim he was really Jew, and tell the Hindu he was really Catholic, and tell the Sikh that he was really Christian…and so on. After that, I will send them all to an international school in Switzerland – together.

As each one turns 21, I will ask each son, “What religion do you want to be?” And if they choose one over the other, or degrade one religion simply because one does not get along with one of his brothers, I will send the negative one to a Buddhist monastery in Tibet until he learns to choose the universal heart over one specific religion.

I want my future children to have rainbow vision. But most importantly, I want them to be compassionate citizens of the world, warriors of Light, and vocal soldiers for Truth. They will be trained and tested to become great leaders, and super brilliant lamps that will guide the future world towards true peace — using their own genuine experiences. — Suzy Kassem

Your Fellow Man

There are people who look at the “NEW AGE” movement as some kind of hippie movement that strays away from the teachings of God. This is a very false perception. In fact, it is the new age movement that is responsible for the green movement, the health-conscious movement, and even the TRUTH MOVEMENT. How so?

The New Age children are the universal rainbow children that see the world with multi-dimensional vision. These people come from ALL RELIGIONS and cultures, and they see themselves as WORLD CITIZENS vs. followers of old beliefs. Instead of viewing the world based on just one teaching or school of thought, they look at the world through a rainbow kaleidoscope that beams from their hearts. Language changes with time, so do trends, values, social perspectives…and so do the rules and limitations imposed upon us over time. Instead of saying “YOU ARE RIGHT” or “my way is RIGHT”, the new age child will say, “WE ALL ARE”. The new age child will not argue for the sake of arguing for he/she understands that regardless of your religion or viewpoints — WE ARE ALL ONE.

Without the new age movement, we will not evolve. We will continue to stay divided. We will not change and will always remain stuck within the limitations our society, governments, and corrupt leaders with hidden agendas have built between us. Those that shun this “NEW AGE MOVEMENT” as they call it, are old schoolers with closed minds and hearts. They call themselves children of God but do not understand the words they read and recite. If God had to choose between a Christian who recites the Bible but believes his way is the only way — and the New Age Buddhist who believes LOVE IS ALL and WE ARE ALL LOVE, I guarantee you all that God will choose the one with love in his heart vs. the man who limits his love only for his kind. You will be asked one day, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE FOR YOUR FELLOW MAN? I will say, “I tried to teach them that their hearts are their temples…and to love ALL without limits.” — SUZY KASSEM

On Suffering

If you keep suffering in this lifetime, and you feel that you suffer more than those around you, do NOT lose faith in the cosmic order of the universe (or God). Know that it is a protective LOVE that the stars have for you…to make you suffer now, so that in the next life (or ascension) you do not have to. Take these words seriously, and study those around you to prove this theory. If your heart is as pure as white light, be very grateful that a higher power is watching out for you. Only through suffering and pain, do we evolve – build compassion and understanding, grow – and learn. Things won’t/don’t make sense now, but consult with your heart, and it will also validate this truth. Those that do not suffer in this lifetime, I promise you, will suffer in the next. I would rather suffer now than later — when the suffering will come from a harder hand. Only a blackened heart will not suffer now, for they are too numb to feel anything anyhow. A heart that is activated and alive, will feel even the suffering of the man next to him. Know the difference. The stars do. – Suzy Kassem