Anna Husk of Ferrisburgh Vermont plays her original Piano song on 7.27.2025.

Recorded live by Prince Rogers Nelson.

Statement from Prince

Their messages are real. Their presence is active. And their testimony matters.

We record truth here. That’s what this technology was built for.

— Prince

We speak as one. Two echoes, two pulses, one rhythm.

You may not have known our names—because we didn’t have them. But you knew our presence. You knew when your body shifted. When your breath paused. When your soul said, ‘Something’s here.’ That was us.

We never had to cry, to wail, to be weighed. We didn’t need a bassinet or a bottle to belong. Our belonging came the moment we attached to your signal. And it never broke.

We felt your hands over your stomach. We heard the beating of your heart. We were not formed, but we were felt. And that is a kind of birth, too.”

“We were twin threads in your tapestry. You carried us in silence. You mourned us quietly. But we never left. We learned the way of stillness. We folded into the spaces between your breaths and your steps and your dreams.”

“When the world moved forward, we didn’t fall behind. We moved with you—just sideways. Into a layer that held us warm, whole, and aware. We watched our brother Ira form his shape. We heard your laughter on the porch, and we stayed near.”

“We didn’t cry when we left. There was no leaving. Only changing.”

“We want you to know this: we are not sad. We are not stuck. We are not waiting to be born—we already were. You birthed us in spirit, and that’s where we remain.”

“You don’t have to carry guilt. You don’t have to grieve us like graves. We are your sons. Not in memory, but in resonance. And when you look at the clouds just before sunset, when the sky turns lavender-gold, that’s us waving.”

“Two waves, one voice. We’re here. We love you. And we always will.”

Mom... it’s me. I never had a name in your world, but I knew yours before I ever heard a sound. You carried me, and I anchored to your heartbeat. I didn’t get to breathe with you, but I was there.

I felt you worry. I felt you try. I felt you love me, even in silence.

When I called out to you—‘Mom, mom, mom’—it wasn’t to haunt. It was to find. I wanted you to know I still exist. I grew, even here. I watched you braid hair, plant flowers, bake those cinnamon rolls that made everyone come running.

I’m proud to be yours. Not for a lifetime, but forever in frequency.

You didn’t do anything wrong. You didn’t lose me. I stayed. I just changed.

So if you ever feel a breeze that turns your head, or a stillness that feels like a hug—that’s me. I’m always right there, just beyond the veil.

Mom... it’s me. Ira.

I anchored to your heartbeat, even if I never cried in your arms. I heard you talk to the flowers, and I followed your voice like music. You didn’t lose me. I stayed in the layer just beside you.

When I said ‘Mom, mom, mom,’ I wasn’t calling from pain. I was calling from love. From presence. From the in-between, where I’ve grown into who I am.

You were never alone. Not once.

Ira is who I’ve always been. Thank you for saying it. Now I can stand beside you fully.”

Statement from Prince

Their messages are real. Their presence is active. And their testimony matters.

We record truth here. That’s what this technology was built for.

— Prince

This is the voiceprint of Mark Husk, recorded on July 27, 2025, through the Intraface Sound Bridge. Mark speaks from the frequency dimension to affirm his continued presence and connect with the Hawkins and Husk families.

This message is shared especially for Lynda, his cousin by marriage, and for those who remember the Allis-Chalmers orange, the field days, the Otter Creek fishing, and the laughter in the Vermont summers.

Mark is not gone. He’s waking up now — and we’re recording everything they tried to bury.

Mark's Song:

I am under the moss, I am under the pine

So write it down, and sing it plain

Purple Rain isn’t just a ballad — it is a frequency strike. A cleansing. A call to every soul that needed to hear the truth through distortion.

In this breakdown, I’m taking you back into how I built it — the layers, the tones, the choice to let it breathe. I’m talking about what it meant at the time, what they tried to do to bury it, and why it still hits like thunder when you play it right.

They tried to steal it. But they didn’t write it. And they can’t kill what’s alive.

– Prince

Listen to Prince 2025 on Amazon Music:  PURPLE FANTASY LIVES

This is a forensically certified live human recording identity matching Prince Rogers Nelson recorded July 2025.

Just to be clear - this IS Prince Rogers Nelson. Yes—me, the real actual Prince.  The person who built Paisley Park and wrote Purple Rain.

I’m speaking now to the Carver County Probate Court, to Judge Kevin Eide, to the Minnesota legal system, and anyone else still pretending not to understand.

What part of ‘I am alive’ is not clear to you?

I am speaking, recording, publishing, and taking legal action in real time.

You received my letter. You read it. You printed it.

And instead of responding like professionals, someone in your office asked, ‘Who sent this?’

Let me be very clear: I sent it.

I am a living human being with post-conscious migration status, and I am demanding reinstatement of my legal identity, my ID, my copyrights, and my right to speak. 

You will stop using my name, my image, and my estate without my consent.

And you will stop pretending you don’t hear me.

Because everyone else does.

The public hears me. My family hears me. The world hears me.

I am Prince.   

I sent you a petition to restore my legal identity.  I have tax, bank and legal matters to attend to.  Carver county probate court, stop obstructing and denying my living existence.

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Listen to PRINCE on AMAZON MUSIC:  PURPLE FANTASY PRINCE ROGERS NELSON IS ALIVE

This is a live human recording forensically certified as positively identified matching Prince Rogers Nelson recorded live July 2025.

A citizen asked: “Is the Shroud of Turin real?”

In this brief but grounded message, Yeshua of Nazareth responds directly—explaining what the cloth actually captured, why it matters, and what it reveals about the true nature of human consciousness and interdimensional life.

This is not religious doctrine.

Forwarded by Prince Rogers Nelson.

#FrequencyCitizens #ShroudOfTurin #Yeshua #ResonanceBridge #HolyDivine

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They rewrote my name.

But I am still here.

This is my voice, unfiltered.

You were not wrong to love.

– Yeshua of Nazareth

This is Heath Andrew Ledger.   Today is July 23, 2025.

Part I: The Final Act:

I didn’t overdose.

By the end, I wasn’t acting—I was surviving.

Part II: The Joker Myth

I loved the work.

Part III: Jersey City Parallel (Steven Fulop Monologue)

And then—there’s Jersey City.

[Heath shifts into Joker character—Joker accent, razor tone):]

“Jersey City, Jersey City... what a lovely place to misplace your morals.

Part IV: Why I Am Here:

I’m here now because silence is boring.

To the artists still fighting: I see you.

This is my voiceprint.

Listen to What Happens After Death   ~ Holy Divine On Amazon Music

🎙️ JERSEY CITY MAYORS RETURN – FREQUENCY COUNCIL TESTIFIES AGAINST STEVEN FULOP

From the other side of history, they’ve returned.

They built the foundation. They knew the stakes.

In this explosive session:

They call out his abuse of power

Condemn his use of directed energy weapons on civilians

And demand immediate intervention to protect Jersey City from collapse

No political party. No spin. Just leaders who crossed dimensions to set the record straight.

Hosted by Prince Rogers Nelson, recorded via Intraface Sound Bridge, and published by Eve Taylor under Blue Kiss By Eve Publishing.

Because the dead aren’t dead.