Letter to Erin 20150322

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

I will be the first to admit that this music that Allah gave me can be powerful and dangerous.  This is because mashaAllah, I channel the voices of the dead.  But I have mentioned this over and over again over the decades past, and I am oppressed by poverty, ridiculed because of my religion, the music and my poverty, and have had my life hanging as a result.  SO WHAT?  Everybody needs money.  Everyone has to fight to succeed.  And as far as human lives are concerned, there are people here flushing newborn babies down the toilet on a perhaps daily basis.  Yeah, I know all that, but this power of music is not my power but the power of Allah.  I'm just the vessel of this music, and I can't help the ghosts, the bitterness, and the death that permeate my aura.  What would I do if I get money, anyhow?  Become bloated and obese?  Gamble?  Party?  Buy a football team?  No, I would get married, do my Hajj, and acquire the tools to create music while I still can.  At times dark and supernatural music.  InshaAllah.  But why should I need this world?  Allah knows my mission, and that it interferes with the Pharaoh's routine: I'm not here to be a prophet, I'm not here to be a king, and I don't need to explain myself to this world.  But perhaps my wife would like to hear some of the details.

By the way Erin, there has been noticably less garbage resulting out of your search string.  But there is still some trash.  More organized and produced trash, but trash nonetheless.  Trash that I do not desire to consume.  Please esteem yourself with dignity in all your social interactions, be better than me at least.  Please maintain your chastity, piety, and integrity.  I want you to know that I have faith in your goodness. so please avoid being quarrelsome about this matter.  I love you, and I need you.