About
They say I was born in Oslo, Norway in 1968. As a modern-day viking, I have been on long journeys across oceans and continents. I have circled this planet and travelled to lots of countries and cultures, meeting many beautiful souls and traditions — and mindsets — along the way. I have a never-ending desire to communicate with other beings. About everything and nothing at all.
My name is Lena (ley-na). I have lived a very adventurous life, full of highs and lows. These experiences have given me wisdom and insights into life – generating empathy and fury, compassion and judgement, and a deep understanding of intolerance, fear and the costs of ‘money’ on sentient life.
Here is a poem with a few highlights from my life:
Some may have seen me
in my diamond shaped life
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Some may have seen me riding a camel in the Canary Islands
Or trekking alone for days in the Himalayas
Some may have seen me walking across the Golden Gate Bridge
Or climbing the stairs of that cathedral in Paris
Some may have seen me atop a Mayan pyramid
In the middle of the jungle deep in Mexico
Others saw me on a lake in Nepal
Some may have seen me falling out of the sky
In a parachute over Monterey Bay
Others saw me in jazz clubs in New Orleans
Chased by riding police down cobble stoned streets
Some may have seen me strolling through New York City
Others may have seen me on a plane across the USA
Commuting L.A., Burbank, Las Vegas, Chicago on Southwest
But banned from United, oh what a story some of you have
Few have seen me feeding wild sheep and bulls
Many have heard my voice set to music in clubs
Some may have seen me dance in a trance
At Sting concerts in the Southwest when love was sacred and free
Some met me while walking Venice Boulevard wearing a wig
Who says a woman can't run for president?
Some may have seen me young and tan in the Bahamas
Others saw me in Puerto Vallarta with a mojito in my hand
One opened his heart in his heaven above Michigan Lake
Many have loved me, some still do
Some know what I mean when I say Lago Atitlan
And mushrooms and E and the evergreen bud
Granddaddy Purple, Silver Haze, and Bubblegum
Some would like to, some would not
In Hollywood, who would stop?
Some saw me in Peking, others in Toronto
Atlanta, Vancouver, Seattle, and the Singapore Sling
Yes, it's red, at the Raffle Hotel
Some heard me hum a Cat Stevens tune in the streets of Kathmandu
Others heard me shout hope into the rock of Grand Canyon
Nobody heard me cry tears over you
Nobody
Silent tears for my children, year after year
I've been wrong, I've been right, I've been left, but not right
I've been here, I've been there, on a big roundabout
Now I'm home, so close to home, as I ever have been
Memories of Stockholm, of Bangkok, of the Andaman Sea
Of black and white beaches on the island of Bali
Of rickshaws and butterflies on Penang Island
And a slim Malay cowboy named Jim
People and faces everywhere I've been
Millions of you I must have seen
Not only faces but nature too
Olympian rainforest, parrot fish, and the foothills of Tucson
Thanks for Smokey Robinson in your convertible, Tony
Hawaiian islands and the coast of the Algarve
Stunning architecture in Sydney, Delhi and on the Chicago River
Some may have seen me in Zihuatenejo or on Ixtapa Island
Not so tall, but quite shy and lovely like Astrud
Others saw me on the cliffs of Acapulco, not diving
Some may have seen me on a pier in San Diego
Others found me sleeping in my car along route 66
Some may have seen me by the royal palace in Oslo
Others heard me sharing the possibilities of life
In Marrakech, Madrid, Sevilla, Gibraltar, and Fez
Some may have touched me with healing hands
The Cobra Shaman with rocks and aroma
Others were neighbors in a modern dark age hamlet
For all who have known me
For all who once met me
For all who have seen me
Know that I am grateful
Know that I am here
For a while longer
And I have stories to tell
And places to go
So sleep now you strangers
Sleep deep and dream
Of the places that are
And the people that have been
And of every thought, feeling and sight in between
This is my diamond shaped life
As some of you have seen
Knowing your own DARKNESS is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people.
One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of LIGHT, but by making the darkness CONSCIOUS.
The most terrifying thing is to ACCEPT oneself completely.
Your VISIONS will become clear only when you can look into your own HEART.
Who looks outside, dreams
Who looks inside, awakes
— Carl Jung
THANK YOU
I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS FEELING BLUE IN HOLLYWOOD MANY YEARS AGO:
I have a need to be left alone. I am too much.
I do not belong in this world. I am not of this world. I come from the future to bring good news but am in shock over how bad things are here in the past. Unfathomable suffering as far as the eye can see. You were right about one thing: I need protection. But I already have protection. I am protected because my life is to be a message. I write online so that my teachings can one day be shared.
I am a video character. An avatar. And if you believe, then your fate is written in stone, your life and your existence predetermined. Do nothing, be everything.
WHY SO BLUE?
I had been left broke and homeless in the streets of San Diego by my American husband of 15 years, who stole my two young sons to get revenge… for me trying to leave him amicably… in order to save my life: he had abused me for many years, until I was near death August 2004 at almost 36 years of age, weighing 47 kg, isolated, keeping up the facade for his business image while he worked for my graphic design and branding firm as my business developer for Mooki Design. Until I collapsed after his most brutal attack (as of then). He closed our all our joint personal and business banking accounts while I was debilitated and confined to my sick bed after his heinous attack, the first in front of my two sons aged 2 and 4 at the time. So I had to make him leave. It backfired: He used our money to get himself a lawyer, moving services, plane tickets from San Diego to his mother in Chicago, and took my children away from me and they home in California where I had made a beautiful haven for my little ones, in the surfer beach community of Pacific Beach next to La Jolla, San Diego in Southern California.
I had purchased Mooki.com just a few years earlier while living in Silicon Valley in 1997 - 1999, and freelancing as a visual designer for many startups and established tech companies such as Hewlett-Packard, Cisco Systems, Xerox, TiVo and Brainstorm Networks as the internet began taking off. See my Apple / Macintosh adventure chiefpresident.com/apple
His sudden slandering of me as ‘mentally ill’ summer 2004 (surely anyone leaving him had to be mentally ill) is still going on, after being divorced in 2004.
So to all you beautiful souls who are trapped by a sick partner in a very unhealthy and stifling relationship: move secretly and silently, for they will NEVER change, they feed on your energy and then on your fear, and they will end you if you stay. Statistics regarding women as murder victims at the hands of their husband, boyfriend or male family member, is staggering… and they couldn’t care less, for in their testosterone filled minds, females are here to serve males. And these males’ public image is often slick and seemingly ”nice” to everyone else. You are afraid that nobody will believe you… Nobody that you both know…You will be the villain in his life forever, and in the lives of his family, friends and acquaintances.
“You cannot change the people around you, but you can change the people around you.”
Prepare a new life by dreaming first, then plan a fresh start, far far away. It is possible. Reach out if you need guidance, to me, or to a distant friend from long ago. Who you lost touch with, but who knew you before you were trapped. Love yourself through every step of your journey into A New Life, and say to yourself that you did all the right things for the right reasons. Your heart is noble and precious. They took advantage of your love, your kindness, your body, your heart, your ability and willingness to forgive. NEVER again love a partner more than your own self, more than your own children. Never again, sweetheart 💕 Freedom awaits: Where nobody knows you, who will you be?
(Research ‘worldpackers work exchange’ to see what is a possibility when nothing seems possible and you already have given up due to money)
I have been on the road since January 2024 when my new husband turned out to be just like my first husband. He left me to die in the streets of Tønsberg in Norway shortly after my Norwegian-American son July suddenly vanished while in college in Norway. This new’ish husband was also high-and-mighty professionally — and with a sexuality similar to my first, closeted while pretending to support Love is Love is Love.
My life mission is unfolding, it is a mystery, a personal tragedy as a mother deprived of her mothering. It is a sign of the times: exposing the painful truth about older males who firmly believe they know best how to ‘manage business’, how to raise children, how to love, how to care for our planet, how to care for the sick and elderly, how to plan for our future. Deception, for the only stuff they care about is money and prestige: Ego. And they will end anyone threatening their image as ‘powerful’ and in control.
>> Listen to “Axel Meets Chief President” and the song “The Male Problem”, both by the artist Chief President on Spotify, YouTube etc).
Men know that mothers will do anything to keep the peace. Some mothers even sacrifice their own children while others defend themselves AND their children ferociously, to the death. And then there is me, who defend children (of all ages) and their birth-right to a Life in Freedom from oppression of any kind — with my Life, until the Angel of Death brings me Home to my true family where I am greeted as a courageous hero finally returning home from the battlefield we call Hell on Earth. And do you know what is said on Earth about war?
“In love and war, all is fair.”
Americans call it ‘pre-emptive strike’, they use the word Defense in war supply industries. In Norway ‘Forsvarsidustrien’ Kongsberg Group and Andoya Spaceport are producing and researching war equipment and war technology. Research why the Vikings said Skål and toasted Mjød so forcefully that the drinks spilled over and into everyone’s cups. While you are at it, might as well check on chemistry vs alchemy and the effects of Oleander, Lily of the Valley and others, while you think about millions of females being stoned to death, burned alive at the stake (Jeanne d’Arc was 19 when they turned on her and burned her alive on a public square in town), women jailed for disobeying a man, young children raped — while ‘normal’ men and women remain silent, as willing or unwilling witnesses to the slaughter of Spirit in Body — murdered physically or otherwise silenced (fear, threats, torture, meds ie chemical lobotomy) for refusing to follow orders from ego-sick male minds. Women and children worldwide trapped and kept as slaves for the sexual and economic perverted pleasure of really sick men. Enough? Enough what?! I can’t hear you. I do not understand your language…I observe male-egodriven actions and reactions, not cryptic legalese bull sheit and secret symbols served as ALPHA Bets. You wanna Bet? You wanna Bat? Bait? Boat? Byte? Bite me?!? WTF.
“Funny”, they call this slavery planet “Life” and somehow manage to make you believe you are free. That somehow you, as humans, are free to live as you please, unlike cattle or pigs raised and fed in slavery and used and killed and eaten — for profits. If you really think about it, you were raised, fed, bred, to earn money for someone else, someone with more experience in ‘Money’ who has a system in place, almost unnoticeable until you protest or question the status quo: law makers and their law enforcement machinery of police, military, courts, judges, lawyers, jails and prisons for so-called criminals and psychiatric hospitals for the so-called mentally ill. They feed you poisons and call it food, and tell you to go to the doctor to have your blood checked. Truth hurts, then it sets you free: You are a human laboratory research specimen. You will likely die in a hospital bed full of synthetic chemicals, needles and tubes. Matrix asks: Red pill or Blue pill? They made blue Viagr* pills for the adulterated old males who are addicted to their perverted cock and saggy balls. Where are the Good-hearted men, fathers, brothers, grandfathers? Ridiculed by tough toxic masculinity as soft and ‘sissy’. Calling all Haka-ready warriors, rise! Males and Fe-Males and all non-binary genderbenders: You or them. Change, or die.
The nations in the Middle East, in Europe, everywhere… they fight for peace? They War for Peace? Ok, so on my homepage I use the word PEACE. Truth: They taught me to read backwards (ref right-to-left direction of written Hebrew which we presume arrived on Earth before English did, so check reversing “GOD” or “ROMA” or “LIVE”). And then they also showed me that deception, stealing, robbing, PR and false advertising and LYING, are accepted business practices to this day (ref Bible Old Testament stories about cheating neighbors, lying to your son, even killing your brother or son, ‘taking’ wives, giving away daughters, impregnating servants and talking with angels or GOD-DOG Himself. I hear Moh was an interesting prophet and caravan-highway-robber).
The Males and their Manly God all demand the same:
Obey me, or else!
Thank you for asking, buuuut…. No. Never. I will take Valhalla, Jesus, Cosmic Creator, Spirit AND end you while you try to end me.
So what shall it be? Peace? Justice? Or Full-scale War?
So with one last image I rest my case. These males know who they are and what they did to me and my children… to my life.
You men have it coming, here or there. You knew better, yet still you went against the only Law there is.
