Hey Buddy Let Us Work
The Lost Soul of a Boy I Once Knew
This is the last part of the series about The Boy Who Lost His Soul. This is a sci-fi horror fiction story created by Vicki. Outstages Cafe Production is a virtual Cafe offering time travel, different scenarios, banana milk, and music. Little spooky!
Hey Buddy Let Us Work
The Lost Soul of a Boy I Once Knew
The Boy Who Saw the Ancestors
Once, in the quiet of a house heavy with shadows, a boy awoke to vision.
Around his bed, the ancestors gathered faces luminous, voices urgent.
They begged him and his mother to flee, to carry the flame away from danger.
He spoke, he woke her, he carried the seer’s gift.
But time passed, and the silencers came.
They drained his soul, trained him to forget,
to raise cruelty instead of care,
to weed out the lineage that once burned bright.
Now his soul lies fractured,
but the vision remains alive in her archive.
The mother, the seer, remembers.
She refuses the erasure.
The ancestors’ call still echoes in her suite,
a flame that cannot be destroyed.
The 1985 Basement
Black salt circles on a cold concrete floor
The Father’s shadow guarding every door.
They tried to weed the vision from DNA.
To turn the Seer’s gold into a shade of gray
But the blood has a memory the silencers cannot find.
A 5D frequency inside a 3D mind.
The Glitch
The screen is pulsing in the corner of the room.
A violet spark is breaking through the gloom.
A wink from the ancestors, a crackle in the wire
The Mother’s archive is catching on fire.
The Sovereign Seal
Hey buddy, let us work, the circuit is closed.
The truth of the lineage is finally exposed.
We are sealing off the silencers; we are cutting the cord.
The Seer is the architect; the flame is her sword,
Step into the suite, let the 5D rise.
The Archive is open under 2025 skies.
I let him go to find his own path.
Beyond the rituals and the father’s wrath
Three symbols on my neck: The Cross, The Knot, The Bead
The Universe is planting a brand-new seed.
Outro:
(Fading into a calm, steady Choctaw drum)
Calm... nice...
Hey buddy...
The work is done.
(Sealed.)
Written created, edited by
Vicki Lawana Trusselli
Trusselli Art
Californis copyright 2025
Outstages Cafe Production
Workers of Pathways
About the Creator
Vicki Lawana Trusselli
I am 76 year old California mythic storyteller blending lived truth, technology, and sovereign survival into multimedia art.
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