"PEACE ROSE OF TIME"

This article is not all about me. It is written for other folks going through this decade of division.

This is a response to July 4, 2024, to a person I hold close to my heart. I write this with honesty and expression of the reality of life. We live in a reality of the good, the bad, and the ugly. We do not live with constant glee and do not worry about being happy or a series of continuous balloon birthday parties. Life is full of different people, diverse cultures, different beliefs, different personalities.

I missed my dad, big Vic this July 4, 2024. He is turning over in his grave as he fought for democracy in WW11. Today we have family divisions over MAGA beliefs and bleeding-heart liberals. I will compare the Hitler playbook to the Trump playbook in a future story. Today I will write about my feelings about a conversation with a friend.

I am a Cali girl with a glass half full not half empty. Today I express my honest feelings wishing I could visit my dad, Big Vic. My belief is that our ancestors watch over us. I know I speak from my own point of view. Lately a friend put me down about my dreams and psychic abilities and my gift of conversing with the paranormal. I do not care. We all must be who we are. My belief in the paranormal, dreams, and psychic abilities keep me grounded. If I ignore these gifts from the universe my feet float above the clouds. So, you see it is what it is.

The smell of the rose is sweet.

The smell of the rose is a treat.

I pricked my finger as I bent the stem of the rose,

To dispose of my grief.

The sweet smell gives me relief.

As I finally smell the scent of the rose

And as I watch the blood drip,

Where I pricked my finger,

To linger,

A little a bit

As I bite lips,

Remembering the climb of my fingers towards the sweet smell of the rose

Must bleed a little bit of those

Truths of life as we walk the roads of life

In strife.

The rose I pick today

As I look this way

Is the peace rose of a peachy color of sorts

As I part

My nose away from the scent

To write about July 24, 2024, as a bent

Celebration of freedom.

If the MAGA wins, the freedom, we celebrate come,

July 4, 2025,

We will not be free.

Peace out!

Yes, it was peaceful here. Thank God literally! No one is telling me they are going to shut me down. No one arguing. No one griping. Alanna is growing up so fast. I hope someday certain people realize I am not a bad person. You know my MAGA brother did the same thing to my dad. Danny and his late wife used to visit her parents as they had money. Unfortunately, my dad was an honest hardworking blue-collar mechanic working on cars. Snubbed by Danny and his late wife and late parents. My dad called me crying cause the selfish brother would not even visit my dad because he did not have a lot of money. My mom had passed. My dad was a diligent hard-working liberal Democrat. The Rs subbed him. So tired of bullshit like this. My brother refused to help my dad at his place of business because he did not want to be a grease monkey. I was at my dad's beckon call to go deliver car parts, work in the office. I jumped at the chance to be with big Vic. I was with my dad as he lay dying in the hospital from Mediterranean leukemia in 1996. I held his hand saying how much I loved my daddy so much as he took his last breath. The week of his death on my birthday week September 18, 1996. We were having dinner with my dad. Everyone was laughing and having a good time. My brother jumps up started yelling at me for being a stupid liberal Democrat. Put Down my education at liberal state colleges etc. My dad had stepped away from the table to lay in his easy chair. My dad told my brother off that he was to never call me stupid again. When he spoke about my politics he was talking about his too. So, you see, it is not me it's the Republican Nazis pointing their shit into my non shit. No one is perfect. My brother worked with the Heritage Foundation and all right-wing religious fanatics organization to change us into a forced religious theocracy. I no longer speak to my brother because everything he has to say means nothing to me. It is lies and hypocrisy. I hope someday to see my grandkids, but I see what Sean’s dad has done. It is sad but I realize they do not like nice people and kind people. It is all about guns, wars, lies and the patriarchal society and money. So, since I was Vic Jr. and my grandma Carrie Soleta and my pop were liberal democrats, I throw salt over my shoulder. say, " Fuck it as it is out of my control." I have learned to love my sons from a distance as I cry, but right now I cry for America on July 4, 2024, as a bleeding-heart liberal that I am. I joined up with Jane Fonda climate change organization. I checked some boxes to let her know my talents. My ex still hates Jane Fonda from the 60s and 70s. His revenge spans decades of hate towards me for divorcing him in 1989. He stole my kids from me through lies in the courts against me. He stole my car too. It was stolen from under my carport in 1990. I walked out of my apartment to drive to work at the newspaper in Pasadena. Guess what, I bought the car in my name without a cosigner. It was stolen from me. Lucky my late George's mom took me to work. So, you see. Yes, I had a peaceful day here. I am happy but still sad because I am human. I got news for the rumpus support team about how, they the ex in black will be the first to the gas ovens. We have become a country that says do not worry be happy and life is a cupcake and balloon birthday party so we could end up with rumpus, project 2025, and mass incarceration and firing squads. That is how Hitler came to power. But I am considered a toxic person because I know this. My IQ is 135. I do not know everything, and I never did know everything. I never will know everything. What I do know is my first career was in nursing. I remember working in ICU taking care of my dying patients.

Life is a rose with thorns as we work ourselves up towards the rose, we prick our fingers with the thorn our fingers bleed. Then there is medicine and band aids. If I were living in that apartment with my babies today in Burbank, I would not have gone with George to Palm Springs. I would have taken my babies and moved to the Bay area. It is what it is. It is fun being a bleeding-heart liberal to irritate the lying MAGA family members. I am a good person who prays for peace and for people to pray for freedom and democracy.

I might sound like a broken record and that is okay with me. We are a broken America today. We are so divided. We fight over mundane and trivial crap that is just that. Superficial judgements of superficial technicalities overweigh the deep character of good people who care. So, the liars, the weak men brag about their life, their money, their patriarchal rule over women, their hate of LGBTQ and their hate of bleeding-heart liberals. We must march again.

I will march again. I will protest again. I remember my dad who gave four years of his life to declare freedom over Nazism. I will march for civil rights, women’s rights, gun control, LGBTQ rights, and humanitarian rights in my poppa’s name, big Vic.

PEACE OUT! TRUTH WINS!

WARITTEN BY

VICKI LAWANA TRUSSELLI

JULY 6, 2024

FULL MOON RISING!

OLE’ SOUL OF THE UNIVERSE