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WELCOME
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Whitney Houston Memorial School of Music
Welcome to the Whitney Houston Memorial School of Music
This school was founded by Princess Cleopatra VIII Generosa Cardamone, President of the Principato Cardamone and Princess of the Holy Roman Empire.
And today, she would like to share her story with you.
The story of how it all began.
It happened many years ago…
One night, she had a dream.
She was walking through a forest. Everything was peaceful, the trees rustling gently in the wind. A narrow path led her to a hidden clearing, where a crystal-clear stream flowed. Nearby, there was a pond — so transparent it looked like glass. Little fish swam peacefully, and sunlight danced on the surface of the water. It was so beautiful, she felt like crying.
Then suddenly — a voice.
A man’s voice, behind her:
“I’ve been waiting for you… and now, you are here.”
She couldn’t see his face, but deep down she knew — it was an angel.
He said:
“Look at this stream and pond.
Your voice is like this water: pure, clear, alive.
And now I want to give you a very special gift.”
Out of the pond, a glowing tree branch slowly rose. It was unlike anything she had ever seen.
“Press this lever,” the angel told her.
She reached out and pressed it…
Suddenly, behind her, the sound of rushing water filled the air —
She turned around and saw a magnificent waterfall.
Vast, glowing, radiant under the sunlight. Alive.
The angel spoke again:
“I will teach you to sing like this waterfall.
Only a rare few in the world have received this gift from God.
But you must find your teacher.”
“This waterfall can heal people.
If you want to free them from suffering —
learn how to awaken this gift.
Your teacher will guide you. Find them.”
And then she woke up. Stunned. Moved to the core.
From that day, she began to search for her teacher.
She listened to everything…
But nothing came close to what she had heard in that dream.
She nearly gave up.
And then… she heard a voice. A melody.
And in her mind’s eye, the stream from the dream appeared again.
She ran toward the sound — and saw a woman singing on television.
She couldn’t look away.
The woman pressed a symbolic “lever” —
and from her voice poured a powerful waterfall of sound.
In that moment, she knew.
It was her. Whitney Houston.
From that day on, she studied every single song Whitney ever sang.
She woke up and fell asleep singing them.
Word for word. Breath for breath. Day after day. Year after year.
She didn’t sing any other songs — only those of her teacher.
Decades passed.
Eventually, she knew every breath, every emotion, every heartbeat in Whitney’s voice.
She was fully in tune with her.
And then one night, another dream came.
But this one was different. Darker.
She found herself in an old abandoned wooden cabin. It was cold, dusty.
Glass jars sat on the shelves. And suddenly —
a glowing light, like a tiny ball of lightning, darted through the room, trying to hide behind the jars.
They began to fall as the light frantically searched for shelter.
And she knew — immediately —
It was Whitney.
She whispered:
“Whitney Houston… why are you afraid? What happened?
Let me set you free.”
She rushed to open the cabin door.
The light followed her.
And just as she opened it, she said:
“You’re free now.”
But the light didn’t fly away.
Instead — as she breathed in — it gently entered her.
She gasped.
“No… I didn’t mean to… I didn’t mean to breathe your soul into me…
I’m sorry…”
She woke up screaming.
A few hours later, the news broke:
Whitney Houston had passed away.
For years, she couldn’t accept what had happened.
But eventually… she understood.
Whitney’s soul had found shelter inside her.
The angel had kept his promise.
The gift of the waterfall had awakened.
And now, there was only one divine waterfall left in this world.
The Princess.
She made a vow to herself:
That the voice of Whitney Houston would live on through her.
That she would become a teacher for all the bright souls on Earth.
That one day, these waterfalls — one by one — would become rivers, oceans…
And together, they would cleanse the world.
This is a true story.
A story that happened to Princess Cleopatra VIII Generosa Cardamone
Dear friends,
If this story touched your heart...
If you’ve dreamed of singing since childhood,
but someone once told you that you “don’t have a voice” or “can’t hear the notes” —
know this:
You have come to exactly the right place.
Forget every teacher who ever made you doubt yourself.
They will never become waterfalls.
A true gift cannot be bought. It cannot be stolen.
And you cannot simply “learn” it in an academy.
It is like the ability to fly.
And false teachers will try to teach you how to fly —
without having wings of their own.
It is deception.
There is no soul in their sound.
No healing frequency.
No vibration that restores organs,
charges water,
revives the heart.
Their entire teaching is nothing but dead water.
But in this world, there is only one True Source of Living Water —
and that is:
Whitney Houston Memorial School of Music.
Here, now, on this Earth,
the soul of Whitney Houston lives on
in Princess Cleopatra VIII Generosa Cardamone.
They have become one.
The voice of the Princess is the continuation of Whitney’s voice.
It is a Divine Waterfall —
a gift sent from above.
Touch the soul of Whitney Houston.
Let her speak through you.
Let her sound live in your voice.
The Princess was chosen for a sacred mission —
to cleanse the souls of this world with Living Music.
This is not just learning.
This is awakening.
Come, little streams...
We are waiting for you.
With love and faith,
Princessa Cleopatra VIII Generosa Cardamone
All applications for admission to the Whitney Houston Memorial School of Music can be sent to:
📩 contact@principatocardamone.com
with the subject line: “I want to study at the Whitney Houston Memorial School of Music”
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