Working for Michael

On Saturday I was doing errands, took a wrong turn, and ended up going to pay a bill at a different branch of my bank than usual.  I was wearing my Immortal Tour T shirt and the young man who was serving me, said "I really love your shirt."  I said thanks, very happily, then he said, "I remember back in the eighties when he used to be black."  I am always afraid of this kind of comment because I do not handle them very well.  In the past, I have felt the heat and anger rising from my feet up to my head, my face turn red, and did not say anything.  I have ended up being upset for days, at the other person for being cruel and ignorant, and at myself for not defending Michael.

This time was different.  Maybe because I am now so sure and confident in my devotion to Michael, I was totally calm.  Seeing that this young man was too young to remember the eighties, I knew he was  joking at Michael's expense because he didn't know any better.  I felt sorry that he had no idea of who Michael was, or what he had done for the world.  I said, "Actually, he was always black," not in a sarcastic or angry way, but just quietly and confidently.  The teller was immediately embarrassed by his thoughtless remark, and quickly said "Oh yes, and he was such an incredible artist".....and tried to make up for being so rude.   I completed my transaction, smiled, said thank you and left the bank.   As I walked to my car, I felt good that I had stood up for Michael in a way he would be proud of, and hoped that maybe another young person would start to think for himself, do some research, and find out the truth about Michael Jackson.

I don't know if I went to that bank for the purpose of meeting that teller, so that we each could learn something from the interaction we had, but I am happy that it turned out that way.  I look forward to the next opportunity I have to share the truth of Michael with someone who has not discovered him yet.

God

God
It's strange that God doesn't mind expressing Himself/Herself in all the religions of the world,
while people still cling to the notion that their way is the only right way.
Whatever you try to say about God, someone will take offence,
even if you say everyone's love of God is right for them.
For me the form God takes is not the most important thing.
What's most important is the essence.
My songs and dances are outlines for Him to come in and fill.
I hold out the form. She puts in the sweetness.
I've looked up at the night sky and beheld the stars so intimately close,
it was as if my grandmother had made them for me.
"How rich, how sumptuous," I thought.
In that moment I saw God in His creation.
I could as easily have seen Her in the beauty of a rainbow,
the grace of a deer bounding through a meadow, the truth of a father's kiss.
But for me the sweetest contact with God has no form.
I close my eyes, look within, and enter a deep soft silence.
The infinity of God's creation embraces me.
We are one.

Michael Jackson  Dancing the Dream

Seeds of Creativity

"The magic, the wonder, the mystery, and the innocence of a child's heart, 
are the seeds of creativity that will heal the world. I really believe that."
[Michael Jackson, 1993]



This quote from Michael is still on my mind.  It keeps coming up, as though there is something more I need to learn from it.  How could children heal the world?  They don't have the power, the money, the experience, the knowledge to make big changes.  I have always assumed that Michael was talking about children when he said this, and I'm sure he was, but there is more to it.  I think I know what it is.

  
The magic, the wonder, the mystery, and the innocence of seeing the world from the point of view of a child's heart, are the seeds of creativity that will heal the world.  We don't need to BE children, but we DO need to have a child's heart.  We need to be open to possibility, we need to know that we don't know everything, but be willing to learn.  We need to think with love and cooperation instead of selfishness and competition.  This is something that we all do, even if we are not children anymore. 


Michael showed us what can happen when we live with in an adult world, and keep a child's heart.  His creativity and originality and genius is not questioned even by people who hate him.  No one can deny it.  It wasn't easy for him because children are not valued and appreciated as having anything to contribute, but if we believe, as he believed, that we really can heal the world, it will be easier as time goes on, and we can make Michael's dream come true.  I am willing to devote my life to that, for him.

The Innocence of a Child's Heart

The magic, the wonder, the mystery, and the innocence of a child's heart, 
are the seeds of creativity that will heal the world. I really believe that!
[Michael Jackson, 1993]




Imagine being a child raised by Michael.  Nurtured, loved, and taught by him, how to behave, how to treat people, how to express who you really are.  Wouldn't we all want this for ourselves?  Well, this gift was given to three children, who now are having to use the lessons learned from their father to handle life.  Not the average lives of children today, but their life, which is anything but normal right now, in spite of all Michael's efforts to ensure that they had a normal childhood.  Everyone who knows them says they are great kids.  We have seen it ourselves in their limited public appearances over the last three years.  Maybe it takes a child to expose the truth that adults can not admit.  


I love Michael with all my heart and soul, and I love his children too, because he did.  I have a fourteen year old daughter, and I know how wise beyond their years teenagers really are.  Maybe we should respect them, and listen to them.  If we listen to Paris, she says she wants to talk to her grandmother and is not being allowed to.  To me, that is all I need to know, to know that something is very wrong, and it has nothing to do with love for Michael.  In fact, it can only be a lack of love that separates children from their guardian who loves them.  Let's stop pretending that this family is normal.  Being related does not mean that they have each other's best interest at heart.  Sometimes I wish that Michael had nothing, so that his family would have nothing to gain from him and his children anymore.  Maybe then they could live a normal life.


Katherine has always been a strong person, and her devotion to all of her children has been important to her.  I hope she is strong enough now to do what is best for her grandchildren.

Vitiligo - Call for Love Devotion July 18

Not being a follower of Michael Jackson while he was here, I had no idea that he had vitiligo or even that such a disease existed.  I assumed, and never knew any reason not to believe, that he must have changed his skin somehow.  I thought it was strange, but not any stranger than other things that celebrities do.   After he was gone, and having been struck by the Love that encircled the earth upon his leaving this plane, I found out everything I could about him and discovered the word Vitiligo for the first time.  What???  There is a disease that changes the color of people's skin??  How in the world was it that no one ever talked about that with reference to Michael?  I know I was out of the loop, but seriously, isn't that something that could have been mentioned to explain his change of color?

I saw the pictures of him that showed his vitiligo, and finally saw the Oprah interview when he mentioned it.  Even then, I didn't think about the impact this must have had on him.  It was not life threatening, and I thought he was beautiful at every stage of his life.  It wasn't until I learned more about vitiligo, and read stories of people actually taking their own lives rather than suffer with this disease,  that I realized the true damage and cost that it has on people.

I am a shy person, and being a teenager was very difficult because I knew I was short, chubby, wore glasses and was different than the expected perfection of a teenage girl in the seventies.  It was hard for me, and had a lasting impact on my life, even up to the present time.  Imagine being Michael.  A shy person, self conscious about his appearance already, discovering that his skin was becoming blotched with white and not being able to stop it.  Already being a private person who was in the public eye every moment of his life, dealing with vitiligo must have been like my teenage years times 1000.  The courage it must have taken for him to perform, to know what people were thinking and saying, and not try to explain, knowing that it would not make any difference.

The purpose and destiny that he knew was his, he accepted without question and without holding back.   Oh, the lessons we all can learn from this amazing, humble man, sent here to teach us how to be, how to love each other, and to heal the world.  I realize that my challenges are trivial compared to the ones that Michael faced with such courage and grace.   I once again must declare my undying love and devotion to him and to sharing his message of love and truth with anyone and everyone who I possibly can.   It's the least I can do for he who gave everything he had for us.

It's an Adventure, A Great Adventure

It's an Adventure, A Great Adventure

When Siren and I get together strange things seem to happen.  We can be doing the most ordinary things, and they end up being some kind of crazy experience that we never expected.  Last week we were driving to a meditation at a friend's house and were caught in a flash flood caused by a huge hailstorm.  Not flustered, but wondering what was going on, we patiently waited for half and hour in the traffic jam and ended up being right on time for the meditation.  Today we went to meet the man who is going to have the plaque placed in front of the tribute tree that we had planted for Michael.  When we arrived, we saw that the tree was seriously dehydrated.  Leaves crispy, getting brown on the edges, it was not good.  The tree was only planted a few days ago and the weather has been very hot since then.  It seemed that the tree had not been watered at all since it was planted.  After calling for help to the city to send a water truck, we took matters into our own hands and went to a restaurant and asked for a five gallon pail of water.  They were very helpful and gave us the pail right away.  We assured them we would come back to eat lunch there and drove off to water the tree.  The amount of water seemed very small when we poured it out and we decided we needed more.  We walked and drove around the park where the tree is planted but could not find a public place to get water.  Finally, we saw a hose at the side of someone's house close by and decided to ask them for water.  No one was home, and we were very hot and really determined to give our tree another drink, so we filled our bucket from their tap and went off to water our tree.  After giving it the second bucket, we talked to the tree, and put our hands on it, sending it love and imagining the roots soaking up the water and the leaves coming back to life.  We knew we needed to also ask our friends around the world to send their prayers as well.
 It always seems that our work for Michael includes drama and lessons, no matter how simple the project may be.  I am not sure if the tree will survive, I hope it does, but either way I know we will have learned a lot from this experience, about friendship, about taking responsibility, about how a tree can be loved just because it is a tree, about how Michael has brought us together and made us each stronger, and how we can handle anything that comes up in our lives, with Him by our sides.
Thank you all so much for your devotion to our little oak tree.  Love really is the Answer.

Three Years

Three Years

I could never have believed three years ago how much my life was about to change.  When I look back now, I can not even remember the person that I was then.  Here I am, having just returned from my third trip to L.A. with my beautiful friend Siren, with many more amazing memories and adventures, and loving Michael even more every day.  I could tell you about the things that happened, the butterfly release, the flight over Neverland, sitting at the gates for hours, seeing Michael's art, sitting on the sidewalk at Michael's star, being at Holly Terrace on quiet days, all alone, and with crowds of fans on June 25, all were special times that I will treasure.  If any of you have a chance to go to these places, go.  I know how blessed I am to live only a 3 hour flight away and be able to go there to share love for Michael with people from around the world.

Now that I am home, and re-entering my regular life, I find that my body is tired, I have a cold, and I am having trouble focusing on what I need to do, but my heart is singing with joy.  This joy is not only a remnant of our trip, but also a joy that never leaves me anymore.  It is the joy of liking who I am becoming, liking the way I interact with the world and the people in it, and the joy of knowing that I  am making a difference, and especially the joy of knowing that this love can never be taken away from me.  As time goes by, and my relationship with Michael stays strong and grows deeper as I learn from Him, who I really am and how I can follow his example, it only serves to deepen my love and my determination to be the best me I can be, and to show Michael that I am listening, I am so grateful for his love and his patience,  and I will be his forever.