Musician of the Month: Jaed | Cassandra Voices

On recovering a lost part of the soul

She was summoned back from the dead, a spirit with form to keep me company, sword, sister for me, brother- man. I missed her, was lonely so she came. Her voice tore down buildings as she flew around me, and though it comforted me, the price was too high, people were going to get hurt, the earth was sinking in, the ground cracked and sunk. My sister brought me to a canyon, vast desert open plains and still they crumbled from my dead wife’s voice. This place was suitable, but was no way to live. I would have my love by my side but no one could come near. And she was a floating thing, I could never really touch her, flying pixie with dark air, dark hair. ‘This is the only safe place’ my sister said, but even then the mountain tops were crumbling on the horizon. Blue sky yellow ground and yellow tumbling mountain tips breaking away and falling down. ‘Send her back’

‘So many bad things happened here. So many good things can still happen here.’ Photo by Luisa Felicia Clauss Taino symbol of Protection of the Earth Mother taken during the solar eclipse 2024 in a basement where a mother and child were murdered by the father.

Girls have fathers. Conjuring the man but keeping him in the bag. I can have all the dinner I want at this kind of resort. And everything’s ok with this girl now right? I think she came out of the bag enjoying a raven’s crow. Beehive around my arm at night. Thrown against walls and not held warm. In a pit of hate, pleasant petals falling over the dainty hunt and slaughter.

I Loved the Gauntlet and There Was No Other Way. Album Released October 29th 2024. Photo and images by Uhuruheru Costume, headpiece & makeup by Uhurumatahari with help from their daughter Laxmi.

Such a relief to breathe a dream, loving the solid ground and also the spirit of breath coming on like a volcano. Dreams that were written on parts of my body were part of something else you were interested in. A point of light was written something about you on my side, showing you were also written inside me. There were so many words, so many words that you were interested in.

On the cusp of welcome, on the cusp on invasion. Do you feel you are a soul-less cog in a wheel? Do you regret every time you push people away? What is it that people meet if they don’t meet your heart? I’m dying to meet you in a space that’s strong enough to really see you and to be fully seen. I think I’m ready, I want to try. I want to sing your song that’s my song too and get well paid. Steer me away for terror and into kindness. The edge hell so near suddenly and I only on a sofa reclined. I stomached the casual racism too, alerted to make an intelligent difference. There is no reason to be circling around the carcass. Let’s eat and be strong, clean up and to move along with the true meaning of the scavenger and the vulture. The child, the man and the woman do not need to walk down such a dark path alone, do not need to walk down such a dark path at all. A little company on the ledge let’s say, a little company on the ledge. My secret space is small and round and along the edges are some rectangular friends (they are not all bad you know)

Still from ‘Very Fond’ video.

These days are simple for me now. When it’s time I withdraw to greet my grief and menstruation while watching the evening sky turn dark. Writing living Taino song. Do I write a song how I’ve been fucking spirits? Any spirit, any and all? And when I stopped, when it was time to shut the factory down, how they came at me first in dreams of iphones of porn but they couldnt tempt me, I had got so clean. Later was next level. I thought I was in heaven until I couldnt move my arm. Then I knew I was dreaming. In my fake dream of heaven I knew I was asleep in my bed. I knew it was coming for me and that I must wake up fully. It’s true that when good healing is happening it also attracts the bad spirits.

‘The Free Hand’ Italy 2025

They held me down when they couldn’t tempt me to use, and be used. They held my left hand to the corner of the bed. When I fully woke up my arm was being pulled slowly. They rubbed my breast just as I got myself free. Lol. That was weird I said. And you know the difference between dreaming and not. Cheeky bastards. I slept with the light on, ok, but still spooked and scared. Next night my wardrobe door popped open. Is that what’s been following me around this whole time? Is that the demon I was feeding? Now we’re going to get to know each other real well. We can become true and caring friends because all the cards are on the table now. Surely there’s better things we can be doing than rolling around the sack with all those blue and pink probing tendrils from outer space pumping into us. I had been pushing this gunk into me for years. And years with the way I was forcing my body to feel a certain way. So after thirty days and thirty nights she showed me how it was done. She’d be the boss of the hand, not the other way around and nothing would be forced. And yes, I had strict rules on simple things and in the end it was the inside and the opening of a flower that could actually seduce me and nothing less.