In this world of snakes, masks, and charades it’s hard to know who’s real or fake

We believe the popular culture, AI, and trends that tell you via propaganda who’s who, the lies the people who pretend, and those who benefit from spreading fake news

What used to be a friend may lead to the end of the relationship for you… or that friend, because of their friends and the loss or gain of their ends

Like a broken fence your unable to mend, although you try again and again it’s just not the same fence (smh)

Not to be confused with the howl of an owl, us Americans have called the sound a who like a character in a Dr. Seuss book “Horton Hears a Who” or the lyrics from 2 Live Crew, “Who’s doing Who,” or my jam by Aretha Franklin “Who’s Zooming Who”

In reality the owl’s calls ranges from growls, to screeches, screams, and howls, hoots, coos, yips, and hoos, but popular western culture has reduced it to who

In Mexico el buho has been used to scare children into being good, don’t let la lechuza get you. Often associated with witchcraft or omens of death

While Tecolotes are seen as “guides in the dark” seeing what you can’t see, helping you get to what you can’t get, pero quien es quien

While the Native Indigenous call it sipistoo, opa, hinhan, neeshjaa, wahuhi, and oho, to name a few, the owl is associated with “protection, wisdom, and connection to the unseen for me and you.

Or in Africa it has been called both protection and curse, the “harbinger of death” or the giver of wealth

In the Middle East it’s the same, both good and bad, how can it be both, which one do we choose

who’s hoo

Just like a wise man shared “a lie will have traveled across the world before the truth gets up and puts on its house shoes”

So is the owls’ many labels, calls, and cultural meanings entangled in what aligns with the truth in your head and heart about who’s who

A living portrait of unending time where man’s inherent inability to distinguish the truth from a lie is influenced by the truths of a culture that is subjective to ones perspective of both truth and lies and somewhere in between.

MY GOD! gives me bible as I’m afflicted screaming verses from Psalm 102: “I am like a pelican of the wilderness, I’m like a owl of the desert” “The children of thy servants shall continue…. and their seed shall be established before thee”

With GOD It doesn’t matter whose hoo’s hoo, it’s my perspective, its my head, and heart, and it’s my truth