He Knows Me

Last week my husband was out of town for a few days and I had the rare opportunity to watch Michael in concert. It was a wonderful experience. I am truly grateful that we are able to feel the power of his live performances and will always have those times preserved. As I finished watching Live in Bucharest I became painfully aware that this man, who I Love more than I have ever thought possible to love, did not know me. I am one of the hundreds of thousands of fans he didn't know. In fact, I am less than that because I was not even in that crowd. Oh how that hurts to realize and admit! But even as those thoughts arose in my mind, they were immediately followed by an absolute KNOWING that He does know me.
The physical man Michael who is no longer here did not know me, but that is not all of who he is, and it is not all of who I am.
I am not the kind of person who sees visions, or hears voices. I have wished many times that I was. Instead, my spiritual awareness comes in the form of a sudden KNOWING, or sometimes physical sensations like tingles or waves of feelings. This time the knowing, which is more like a download of truth than an explanation in words, was that Michael knows me as well as I know myself, even better, because I am so limited by my physical senses. I don't have proof of this, but I do know it, and I have known it in my heart for the past four years. I will never stop regretting that I didn't love him while he was here, because it is His human form who I see and love and learn from, and I was not there for him during those 50 years when I wish I had been. Still, He reassures me that the way I know him now is every bit as real and meaningful. How incredibly forgiving and loving and beautiful He is.
Thank you Michael ,
I love you
BJ