The REAL JFK JR shouted me out for my new book, When Johnny Comes Marching Home
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NEW BOOK COMING SOON
Dear Readers ,
I’m excited to share with you my new book coming out in a few weeks…
Enjoy the PREVIEW:
When Johnny Comes Marching Home follows six young friends determined to uncover the truth behind one of America’s most controversial legends: that John F. Kennedy Jr. survived, lived under a stolen identity, and vanished from public history. Their journey unravels a web of cover-ups, identity erasure, government manipulation, and generational trauma—all told through the eyes of the man who claims to be JFK Jr. himself. As real memories resurface, so do the ghosts of a stolen childhood and a broken legacy.
Part road adventure, part political mystery, and part emotional testimony, this story challenges everything the characters—and the readers—think they know about power, history, and truth. It’s a journey that forces each of them to choose between the comfort of official narratives and the painful reality of what has been hidden.
Stolen Identity
WWW.THEREALJOHNFKENNEDYJR.COM
12/12/24
THE CONFLICT
Frailty is a funny thing. It talked her into a compromising situation. When she was strong she would proclaim “ I will never do that! “ . In her might she could scale a wall bare footed and topple several giants with her hand tied behind her back. She seemed invincible.
Now things are different. Battles have scarred her and she feels herself wavering. What was once firm ground now has turned into sinking sand. She said she would never stumble in matters of her heart and she did just that because weakness is peculiar. Her flaws continually beg for her attention. She looks in the mirror and where once stood a Jedi, now all she gazes at are the accusatory fingers that point to her and blame her for things that aren’t even her doing. That was her undoing back then and she wonders if it’ll contribute to her demise now.
She heard those voices back then and that’s how she lost her way. They drowned out her own voice and she followed the wrong ones, betraying herself. Now the image in the mirror begs her not to do it again. She is fragile and is succumbing more and more each day to what is comfortable because she has grown tired of the battles.
The conflict is in her soul and she knows there is a way out but she finds herself enjoying the darkness more than she thought possible. Being in the light this whole time has exhausted her. She finds opacity comforting, it’s where she can hide away, not having to worry so much about anything. The darkness beckons her daily; it is where light hasn’t reached yet. Those places longing for light’s exposure is where she treads lately. What she doesn’t realize is that as she visits those places, they are no longer in the dark because by illumination, they become won over territory.
Her darkness sees the light and it comprehends it not. It surrenders to the brilliance and that’s how she overcomes her weakness.
“It’s not by might nor power but by my Spirit,” says the Lord.
” Sin is basically the places of the heart where The Light hasn’t reached yet.” -Kim Clement
-EVA SANTIAGO ©2012/ ©2023
What’s in a Name?
What’s in a name?
Your character
Your personality
Your quirks
Your demons
Your warrior angel
Your frustrations
Your hidden intentions
Your truth
Your lies
Some change their birth names, ending chapters to stormy pasts
Some out grow their birth names
Still, some take on new appellations in search of new identities
Our names, name our past, present and future
Our names make, or break us
Our names are not etched in stone
But some can be found in Heaven’s book of Life!
Eva Santiago©2015-2024
It Takes 2
It takes to to make a thing go right
It takes 2 to fuck things up
It takes 2 to build a dream
it takes 2 to destroy it
It takes 2 to live in paradise
it takes 2 to fall from grace
It takes 2 agree and release power
It takes 2 to be in discord and release hell
It takes 2 to Tango, Mamba,Cha-Cha and Waltz
It takes 2 to step on each other’s feet
Miss beats
Miss cues and land flat on your face
It takes 2 to start a never ending war
It takes 2 to set 10,000 demons to flight
It takes 2 to call those demons back
It takes 2 to create a beautiful life in the womb
It takes 2 to abort it
It takes 2 to live in harmony
It takes 2 to make life a terrible cacophony
It takes 2.
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2015
It takes 2 to sow discord and release hell
LILLIAN OF EAGLE VALLEY
This past summer I went camping in the beautiful mountains of south east Nevada. I was sitting one afternoon observing the mountain in front of our camp site when suddenly I saw in the rock formations, the figure of a long haired woman. I was so excited and to make sure I wasn’t seeing things, I handed my binoculars to a couple of friends . I told them where to look and they too saw her. The more I studied the figure , I realized it was something I wanted to write about and I know that eventually I will work her as a character in a short story I have been working on. For now, I want to introduce you to:
LILLIAN OF EAGLE VALLEY
There she sat with her subjects bowing down
Her copper-red tresses
Cascaded down her left side
Her stony face wore a million and one caresses
The Lady of Eagle Valley
Lillian is her name
We spoke silently for hours
And after, I was never the same
She told me she was heart-broken
Her wild heart no man could tame
Lillian of Eagle Valley had no money
Lillian of Eagle Valley knew no fame
She’d traveled long
She’d traveled far
Lillian of Eagle Valley
Silently sang her own song
And I was the only one who heard
And I was the only one who saw her
Sitting on her stone throne
With her subjects bowing low
Lillian of Eagle Valley
Came alive when we conversed
And I alone knew her private language
Just as sure as she knew mine
Lillian of Eagle Valley
A legend who ran out of time
The winds touch her face everyday
The breezes play with her hair
The snow flakes tickle her countenance
The rain drops give her a cool drink
The shadows dance on her body
Golden eagles land on her throne
The birds come sing her songs
The mountain creatures keep her company
Her surname is Wisdom
Weary travelers visit from afar
To drink up from her fountain
There on her stony throne
On Eagle Valley Mountain.
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014
WALLS
Walls:
Keep you in
Keep others out
Walls:
Oppress
Suppress
Depress
Compress
Walls:
Climb them
Scale them
Jump them
Batter them
Blow them up
Walls:
Divide
Enclose
Smother
Walls:
Build them around your heart and you’ll end up imprisoned
Build them around your mind and you’ll end up ignorant
Build them around people and you’ll end up alone
Build them and they’ll cave in on you…
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2014
Eva Santiago 