Did you know that Gloria Cavalera, wife and manager of Max Cavalera (in case the last name didn’t give it away), has her own blog? If I did know that, I’ve forgotten. In any case, whatever, right? I mean, who DOESN’T have a blog these days?

But here’s why Mrs. Cavalera’s blog is of interest: last week (while I was on vacation – thus the delay in telling y’all about this) she posted the below, which is lengthy, but totally worth reading. Talk about a Cavalera Conspiracy!

Good morning my Students, people of the tribe, people of the world… Did you know that a terrorist called me on the early morning of 9/11, two hours before the attack on the Word Trade Center? No, you didn’t. Did you know that your’s truly is in possession of a voicemail message from 9/11 that is equivalent to the Zapgruder tape of JFK’s assassination? No, you didn’t. Why? Because the FBI, the 9/11 Commission, The Washington Post, CNN, and everyone else in control of our information decided to bury it. I have carried this ever since that dreadful morning in 2001 and I will not suppress it anymore. People need the information…

I wake up early, before 6:00 am every day, but on September 11th of 2001, it was a morning I could never forget. I went into my office and I saw the light blinking on the caller ID- strange for a call to come in the middle of the night, but I could see that a couple did- a pizza place in New Jersey. Weird.

I went outside a grabbed the newspaper noticing Michaels Jordan’s face in the corner. It was an article about a press conference scheduled for that day. Going back in the house, the phone rang in the kitchen. It was my mother calling bright and early, “Turn on CNN Gloria.” I asked, “Why?” – “Turn it on honey.” Click. She hung up.

The shock filled me as I saw the tower in flames, the smoke billowing. Running through the house, I woke everybody up and went to the TV. Before our eyes a second plane struck the second tower.

A few hours later, I went to the office and checked my messages. A scary, creepy messaged slithered in my ear. WTF? This can’t be. The caller was slow, rehearsed, a message of unbelievable proportions. Although I didn’t realize it at the time, it told a three-part story of wicked betrayal of the American people’s trust. It told the past, the present and the future of our world. A prophecy with a chilling message is there, taking residence in my voicemail.

I went to a pay phone at the Safeway near my house and dialed the FBI hotline number that was on the CNN ticker at the bottom of the screen. A woman told me to preserve everything about the phone call and that somebody would come by to check it out.

I preserved. I waited. I waited. I called. I waited, I called, I called…And called…and called…Many things happened on my end as I tried to get this information to someone. I recorded the call and put it on a CD. I then did what any good manager would do; I asked our booking agent to book a tour for Soulfly to New York City and to New Jersey. This gave birth to the Static X/ Soufly US Tour in 2002.

My students, did I also mention that the call came in at 6:30 am EST, from 30 miles outside of Newark Airport? Did I mention that I uncovered a pay phone company that was related to the call? Did I tell you the message is one and a half minutes long and the caller called twice. Did I mention I took a Policeman with me as I visited each of the locations connected with the call? Did I tell you I met with the Terrorist Task Force in NYC? Did I also mention that the Policeman had called me a couple months later and told me that one of the places we visited was the apartment of one of the hijackers of flight 93? I still find it unbelievable, and I know that you must too. It’s not our usual class but I told you that I had a few surprises…

And what’s even worse??? Part three, the prediction and future visions mentioned in the call- many deaths for many years. A huge debt for America, someone talking with a crooked jaw (co nance), social security being cut… HOW DID THE CALLER KNOW? Why, simply put, he “listened” outside the apartment.

This is my life.

Anyone interested now?

Class Dismissed…