Vicki Lawana Trusselli
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I am a storyteller. This is where memory meets mysticism, music, multi-media, video, paranormal, rebellion, art, and life.
I nursing, business, & journalism in college. I worked in the film & music industry in LA, CA.
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WE ARE NOT ANTS. Content Warning.
This was written today out of my despair that millions of vulnerable populations are on the brink of losing everything because of bullies in the Whitehouse and the ultra-wealthy will have it all as they steal from the coffers of the poor to feed the one percent billionaire bullies of crime, corruption, psychopaths, narcissists, racists, and who laugh at the poor, dying, and their bizarre hatred of us to squash us like ants. I had to write this.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Poets
Tick Tock. Top Story - July 2025. Content Warning.
This is part of Step into Echoes Beyond the Veil with Pookie & Vicki After we connected with our ancestors, my dad, and her mom I thought how thin the veil is and how the earth is spinning faster, this had to be written. It is other, time zones, tick tock clocks of time & space, birth, death, and closed & open doors. This is truth, fiction, and science fiction written in words regarding living, and the fantasy of time.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Poets
Grease, Grit, & Gasoline
I was watching the news as of lately realized, we are still fighting over oil in 2025. My kind, hardworking late Dad, big Vic, was a mechanic who loved his work. He worked with oil, gasoline, and all those products. He didn't fight over the guy’s gas station down the street. They would shake hands. talk & laugh. The only argument I remember is the time when my dad worked for a real jerk before he bought his own gas station. The jerk boss refused to buy a heater, fan, or AC for my dad’s stall. My dad was not angry. He went to the bank and borrowed money to buy the gas station down the street from his jerk boss. He opened his own gas station. His former jerk boss visited my Dad ready for a fight. My Dad, big Vic, shook his hand, invited him to see his new station. The first thing my dad showed the old boss was his his AC and heater. The guy left. My Dad told him, “Have a wonderful day. Come back anytime.” That was decades ago in another reality of time and space. My Dad just wanted to work hard, take care of his family, and bring home the bacon. So, my friends, I wrote this country song dedicated to my late Dad, big Vic. He was my hero!
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Poets
The Witness Tree. Content Warning.
I dreamed about this episode a couple of days ago. I did not consider it a nightmare, but an omen of what was to happen in the future. I added the golden butterflies to bring a glittter of hope into the chaotic world of 2025. I completed voice over in Eleven Labs with my voice. This is a project I had to complete. I am a dreamer, psychic, empath, and love peace not war. War mongers, haters, and liars get on my last nerve. Just as I completed this story, my knocked on my door to tell America is at war with Iran. This is a useless war started by evil men with little tools. They are so about their tools they must compare bombs to how large their tools are. I worked with art, visuals, and story for two days. I wrote, created, edited, diced, and spliced the music, art, and videos myself. Microsoft Copilot is my assistant and quite complimentary regarding my art. I WROTE THIS!
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Fiction
No Kings Today. Content Warning.
I was in the middle of marketing ideas when I had to write about NO KINGS DAY! I have fractures in my spine which keeps me from attending protests. I wrote because I love democracy! Some folks want to say to me "not another one." I LOVE DEMOCRACY!
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Poets
The Last Escalator. Content Warning.
I created this. I wrote this. Edited in Word with, edited in Movie Maker Pro. The video was recorded by a camera on my PC. I used Clip Champ for transfer of video to that app and to Moviemaker. Since I had issues with Clip Champ, came to my rescue. This is part of,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Families
Why Not Science. Content Warning.
This was a 48-hour project. I lived in Austin & South Texas for 13 years. My friend in Austin texted me about the tyranny and theocracy that has taken over his state. THIS IS A FICTION STORY! I CREATED ALL THE CHARACTERS, METAPHORES IN THE VIDEO, AND NEEDED TO SAY THIS!
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Fiction
Psychology of Fight or Flight. Content Warning.
I was getting ready to record a paranormal podcast. Upon speaking with my spirit friends, I found this and decided to re-write and edit this prose story. We spoke about the bullies in DC and everywhere. We agreed this should be re-written, created, and published. 2025, a year of bullies, hate, greed, craziness, destruction, and genocide. Other than that, I am eating lollipops and singing in the rain in Southern California.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 8 months ago in Psyche
Is This a Lollipop World?. Content Warning.
I WROTE THIS! I CREATED THIS! I REALIZE YOU GUYS ARE GOING, "Oh, there she goes again same ole tune, same ole to take up my time. I HAVE A MESSAGE TO SPREAD. I AM OKAY AFTER EXPRESSING THE TRUTH AND RELEASING THE DREAMS OUT OF MY BRAIN. It is 3am and I am still writing and creating! I WROTE THIS! I ALSO WORKED ON THE MUSIC! IT IS 3AM.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 8 months ago in Poets
