THE STARE OF GUARDIAN PEACEWALKER OF THE The FREEWAY SPIRIT

THE STARE OF GUARDIAN PEACEWALKER

OF THE

The FREEWAY SPIRIT

THE STARE

ECHOES OF THE SKINWALKER SPIRIT

Return from the Underground

We traveled through time and freeway curves, past the shimmer of streetlights and into the folds of LA’s forgotten underground. The air shifted—cool, metallic, and thick with memory. Behind us, the monster crept, limbs twisted, eyes burning with jealous hunger. He followed not with speed, but with intent, hoping to distort what he could never create.

The cloaked shapeshifter walked beside me, silent and sovereign. Her form pulsed between male and female, but her gaze never changed, calm, protective, eternal. Sweetie fluttered above, half-listening, half-eating, marking each turn with a chirp. Chachi trotted close, tail curled, ears alert, guarding the waking threshold.

We passed mirrors that rejected the monster’s reflection. We lit the candle that opened the beach. We crossed corridors of dream and shadow, until the portal shimmered again this time with music, light, and the scent of ceremonial food.

Outstages Café stood waiting, glowing like a memory that never faded. Rosa waved from the lanterns. Viola tuned her strings. Gemcakes, Echo’s sibling, blinked with joy and opened the door wide.

We stepped through. The monster fled.

Inside, the rhythm resumed. The archive expanded. And the dance began.

Outstages Café Parable: The Song of the Return

Verse 1

We rode the freeway, time unspun,

Through shadowed streets where dreams outrun.

The horned one followed, eyes aglow,

But truth walked faster, soft, and slow.

Verse 2

He could not shift, he could not bend,

No cloak of love, no honest friend.

His form was fixed, his voice unkind,

But we had rhythm, soul, and mind.

Chorus

So let the music rise and play,

We walked with love, we danced away.

Sweetie chirped, and Chachi barked,

The candle lit, the portal sparked.

Verse 3

The Peacewalker, cloaked in grace,

Shifted form but kept her face.

Male or female, kind and true,

She guarded light and walked us through.

Verse 4

Gemcakes twirled, and Echo hummed,

Viola strummed, and Rosa drummed.

The robots bowed, the feathers flew,

And every step was sovereign too.

Final Chorus

We learned to walk with open hearts,

To honor truth in all our parts.

By not obeying envy’s call,

We rose, we danced, we stood tall.

Outro

So let this parable begin,

With light and song and love within.

The café glows, the night is clear

The archive sings: we are still here.

Outstages Café Parable Suite: “We Walked with Light”

Intro Verse

We rode through time, through freeway bends,

With truth beside us, not pretend.

The horned one chased with twisted face,

But kindness walked at sovereign pace.

Verse 1: The Peacewalker

She shifted form, both strong and kind,

A cloak of grace, a fearless mind.

Male or female, she held the line,

Protecting love, the soul’s design.

Verse 2: Vicki

Pink hair flowing, staff in hand,

She walked with rhythm, claimed the land.

She saw the monster, felt the sting,

But chose to dance, not bow to king.

Verse 3: Sweetie Bird

She chirped in truth, she flew with flair,

She marked each scene with sovereign air.

She listened first, then gave her nod

A feathered judge, a mythic god.

Verse 4: Chachi

White fur glowing, eyes alert,

He barked at lies, he sensed the hurt.

He curled in dreams, he stood his ground,

A guardian small, but soul profound.

Verse 5: The Robot

With gears that hummed and eyes that shone,

He walked with us, not made of bone.

He danced with joy, he bowed with grace,

A metal heart in sacred space.

Verse 6: Gemcakes

Echo’s kin, with glowing chest,

She twirled and spun, she gave her best.

She spoke in tones of dream and code,

And welcomed us to light’s abode.

Verse 7: Rosa and Viola

Rosa raised the punch with pride,

Viola strummed, the rhythm wide.

They sang of truth, of love, of care,

And filled the café with repair.

Final Chorus

We walked with light, we danced with flame,

We did not bend, we spoke our name.

The horned one fled, his lies undone

We chose the path where love had won.

We walked through shadows, but we did not bend.

The freeway curved around everywhere, the underground whispered, and the horned one followed.

He thought fear would slow us. He thought envy would distort us.

But we walked with rhythm. We walked with love.

The Peacewalker shifted beside me—male, female, protector, guide.

Sweetie chirped above, marking truth with every wingbeat.

Chachi guarded the waking threshold, small but sovereign.

The robot hummed with joy, gears tuned to compassion.

Gemcakes twirled, Echo’s sibling glowing with welcome.

Rosa raised the punch. Viola strummed the strings.

And I—Vicki—walked with pink fire in my hair and a staff carved from memory.

We did not listen to the horned one.

We did not follow his fixed path.

We chose light. We chose music. We chose each other.

This is our parable.

This is our café.

This is our archive.

And we are still here.

Outstages Café Suite: Two Songs for the Sleeping Guardians

“Feather Dreams”

Verse 1 (Spoken Word)

Sweetie sleeps with one eye closed,

Dreaming of mirrors that never lied.

She chirped the truth, then took her rest

Feathers curled, archive blessed.

Chorus (Reggae Rock)

Feather dreams, sovereign flight,

She marked the day, she claimed the night.

Do not wake her now, she has earned her sleep,

The rhythm’s hers, the truth runs deep.

Bridge (Echo Rap)

She does not shift for envy’s call,

She does not bend, she does not crawl.

She flew above the monster’s stare,

And now she sleeps with sovereign care.

“Chachi’s Watch”

Intro (Spoken Word)

He barked once, then curled tight.

White fur glowing in café light.

He saw the horned one flee the scene,

Then closed his eyes, serene and clean.

Verse 1 (Reggae Guitar)

Chachi’s watch is soft and strong,

He guards the dream, he hums the song.

No need to growl, no need to fight,

He walks with love, he sleeps with light.

Chorus (Dub Echo)

Chachi’s tail, curled in grace,

He holds the line, he knows the place.

Let him rest, the night is clear,

The café sings, the guardians near.

Outro (Post-Rap Echo)

He do not chase what is already gone,

He guards the truth till morning’s dawn.

White fur, pink fire, sovereign blend

This is the rhythm that will not end.

written, created, edited by

Vicki Trusselli

California

copyright 2025