Michael, I miss you and I’ll always love you more
Thursday, October 25, 2012
40 months today...
Sometimes it feels like 40 years…
Michael, I miss you and I’ll always love you more
Michael, I miss you and I’ll always love you more
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
To Debbie, with love
It wasn’t until I watched this video a couple of years ago that I learned what an incredible, amazing woman you were. Immediately, my heart changed and I knew that if ever Michael had a true soul mate, one who would stand by him and fight for him, love him unconditionally and be content to accept that to love him in his way was good enough, that soul mate was you, the mother of his children. I wish I could one day just sit and talk to you. There was a glow in your eyes and a warmth that came over you that could not be denied as you talked about him and his goodness. Anyone who watched it could see the love, l.o.v.e. And it broke my heart that the world did not because it didn’t know how to allow you to continue to share that love. It is a travesty.
It seems to me so unfair and so inhumane that someone with the heart of Michael Jackson would live his last days and breathe his last breath alone and lonely, hooked to a machine that would suck the life out of him. It is not right and my heart cannot settle in knowing that. He deserved so much more. I ask God everyday to show me the message in it all, and what I’ve learned to accept though stubbornly, is that Michael’s death was the catalyst that released love into the world. It seems that in order for his vision to be seen, his message to be heard, he had to physically die. Unfair as it seems, if it be God’s will then I have to accept it. And that’s what keeps me sane.
I know you must have so many loving memories, your little secrets. But I would give the world to just sit and listen and imagine what it would be like to know the kind of love you shared with the most sought after human being in the world. I’ve never known a love like that and I’m sure at this juncture in my life that I never will. But it warms me so much to have been made a party to the conversations you shared in this interview.
So to you, Debbie Rowe, I say God Bless you for giving Michael some sense of normalcy and for giving him 2 of his 3 most treasured gifts, Prince and Paris; and the one thing that seemed to have escaped him most of his adult life, true, unselfish love. It made my heart sing to know finally that Michael had known that kind of grown folk love given 100% by a normal, no nonsense, working class REAL woman. HELLO! Haters eat your hearts out, lol!
Thank you Debbie, from the bottom of my heart. I love you because you loved him and you’re not afraid to show it. Way to go, Debbie. Way to go!
It seems to me so unfair and so inhumane that someone with the heart of Michael Jackson would live his last days and breathe his last breath alone and lonely, hooked to a machine that would suck the life out of him. It is not right and my heart cannot settle in knowing that. He deserved so much more. I ask God everyday to show me the message in it all, and what I’ve learned to accept though stubbornly, is that Michael’s death was the catalyst that released love into the world. It seems that in order for his vision to be seen, his message to be heard, he had to physically die. Unfair as it seems, if it be God’s will then I have to accept it. And that’s what keeps me sane.
I know you must have so many loving memories, your little secrets. But I would give the world to just sit and listen and imagine what it would be like to know the kind of love you shared with the most sought after human being in the world. I’ve never known a love like that and I’m sure at this juncture in my life that I never will. But it warms me so much to have been made a party to the conversations you shared in this interview.
So to you, Debbie Rowe, I say God Bless you for giving Michael some sense of normalcy and for giving him 2 of his 3 most treasured gifts, Prince and Paris; and the one thing that seemed to have escaped him most of his adult life, true, unselfish love. It made my heart sing to know finally that Michael had known that kind of grown folk love given 100% by a normal, no nonsense, working class REAL woman. HELLO! Haters eat your hearts out, lol!
Thank you Debbie, from the bottom of my heart. I love you because you loved him and you’re not afraid to show it. Way to go, Debbie. Way to go!
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
Thinking out loud
I miss Michael. I miss him so very much.
I cannot help but feel that Michael was sent to us for a purpose. I cannot make any sense of the things he had to endure and still show such compassion and humility towards all of his oppressors. It was never changing, no matter what tactics used against him.
From my experience, all he ever tried to teach us was to love the planet and children and each other. He didn’t spew venom against any religion, political or social affiliation, nothing that in my eyes would make him a target for ridicule. The only time he actually spoke out was when SONY wronged him after all the freaking millions he had made for them, and even that was not done in a selfish tone. He spoke up for ALL artists. That’s the way he was.
There was certainly more to Michael than could be seen on the surface and somehow it feels that he was persecuted because he was loving and loved by so many people; nothing more and nothing less. Yes, he had wealth unimaginable, but he wasn’t selfish with it. Money mattered largely for the good he was afforded to do for others by having it. He apparently gave more of it away than anyone else in the industry ever did. But his giving didn’t stop with money and tangible things. He gave his time, his heart, all of his creative ability to others to give them some joy and normalcy, making their lives on this planet meaningful, and that is what seems to me that people who were greedy and envious couldn’t stand even to the point of thinking he didn’t deserve to have it. So sad to know that all of his hard work for all of his life was looked at so shallowly.
It even appeared that they thought Michael was stupid and ridiculous and too eccentric to be so revered by the millions. But he proved beyond any shadow of the doubt to be bigger and better than any of them by simply remaining humble and beautiful, inside out. And that apparently was the greater insult to those who wanted him to break.
I cannot help but see the parallel to his life and that of Jesus. No, I do not think he is Jesus. But I do believe that he was one of His sheep, an earthbound angel, chosen to do exactly what he did. And he did it well. God Bless Michael Jackson. You changed the positive energy of the world by just being here and being you. I am so glad to have made the connection and to have felt the love.
I cannot help but feel that Michael was sent to us for a purpose. I cannot make any sense of the things he had to endure and still show such compassion and humility towards all of his oppressors. It was never changing, no matter what tactics used against him.
From my experience, all he ever tried to teach us was to love the planet and children and each other. He didn’t spew venom against any religion, political or social affiliation, nothing that in my eyes would make him a target for ridicule. The only time he actually spoke out was when SONY wronged him after all the freaking millions he had made for them, and even that was not done in a selfish tone. He spoke up for ALL artists. That’s the way he was.
There was certainly more to Michael than could be seen on the surface and somehow it feels that he was persecuted because he was loving and loved by so many people; nothing more and nothing less. Yes, he had wealth unimaginable, but he wasn’t selfish with it. Money mattered largely for the good he was afforded to do for others by having it. He apparently gave more of it away than anyone else in the industry ever did. But his giving didn’t stop with money and tangible things. He gave his time, his heart, all of his creative ability to others to give them some joy and normalcy, making their lives on this planet meaningful, and that is what seems to me that people who were greedy and envious couldn’t stand even to the point of thinking he didn’t deserve to have it. So sad to know that all of his hard work for all of his life was looked at so shallowly.
It even appeared that they thought Michael was stupid and ridiculous and too eccentric to be so revered by the millions. But he proved beyond any shadow of the doubt to be bigger and better than any of them by simply remaining humble and beautiful, inside out. And that apparently was the greater insult to those who wanted him to break.
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Thursday, October 18, 2012
He should’ve been loved….
…like the real Peter Pan that he was. To die would be an awfully great adventure… Fly away home.
Forever Michael
Monday, October 15, 2012
Michael’s Guidance into the New World - I’m Ready
Some of these words could have come straight out of Michael’s mouth. It warms my heart to even think about an earth in this dimension and can see it almost coming alive right in front of my eyes when I witness the abundance of kind deeds now being done in the name of humanity and compassion for others. It’s a simple yet complicated premise that one is given to choose himself. He can either grasp it or push it away, but the option remains available to all of us. I do believe that Michael has been living and vibrating at this frequency for a long time. I do believe that he gave us the tools to work or ways to achieve the same level. But to do something different, to forego the norm, isn’t as easy as it sounds and take work and determination. If the majority of people took a conscious stand to simply try living a life full of spirit and light and refuse to allow the negatives to keep us at lower 4th dimension and upper 3rd, we could make this planet a more perfect place to live. Michael said we have four years. Obviously he knew that the world was changing and he didn’t want his fans to be left behind. So he gave us the tools needed to make that change. Though he isn’t here to stand with us toe to toe, I am sure that he sees the abundance of love in the world hat has followed his passing. He surely was the catalyst and the agent of that change. Compassion for others and for all of earth’s creatures has taken center stage in all walks of life. Heal the world. Michael, we were listening and we heard your cries.
I have decided to retire this year on the mere pittance of benefits 30 years of work for state government in a social services agency has afforded me. But I am doing so with a serene outlook. I am not materialistic. Never have been. I have not money saved up to carry me over and beyond the necessities of living day to day. I will have life insurance that will cover my burial, and a monthly allotment that will get me from month to month will little left over. But what I will have is peace of mind and more mobility to move and do the things that warms my heart. I thank Michael Jackson for that. I have learned over the course of these three and nearly one half years that life is not promised beyond now. We can wait and wait for what we perceive to be our futures and miss all the beauty in between by holding out for the promise of tomorrow. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring or if it will even come so I am stepping out on faith that I can do this and it is causing me zero anxiety. I just want to live the rest of my life doing things that makes my heart sing, like going to a hospital and sitting with the sick and dying, young or old, reading to them, brushing their hair. I want to hold tiny babies whose lives depend on connecting to the warmth and closeness of another human being. I want to visit Neverland (saved for that one). And I want to meet people who feel the same way that I do about life. There is no dollar value great enough or no job important enough to keep me held hostage and impede me from doing the simple things that are my heart’s desire. I want to meet people who love Michael Jackson and sit and talk for a spell, listen to his music all day, or simply tell them I love them. Most of the things that bring me joy are simple and free. I am ready to do them. Now. Thank you, Michael Jackson for guiding my steps.
I have decided to retire this year on the mere pittance of benefits 30 years of work for state government in a social services agency has afforded me. But I am doing so with a serene outlook. I am not materialistic. Never have been. I have not money saved up to carry me over and beyond the necessities of living day to day. I will have life insurance that will cover my burial, and a monthly allotment that will get me from month to month will little left over. But what I will have is peace of mind and more mobility to move and do the things that warms my heart. I thank Michael Jackson for that. I have learned over the course of these three and nearly one half years that life is not promised beyond now. We can wait and wait for what we perceive to be our futures and miss all the beauty in between by holding out for the promise of tomorrow. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring or if it will even come so I am stepping out on faith that I can do this and it is causing me zero anxiety. I just want to live the rest of my life doing things that makes my heart sing, like going to a hospital and sitting with the sick and dying, young or old, reading to them, brushing their hair. I want to hold tiny babies whose lives depend on connecting to the warmth and closeness of another human being. I want to visit Neverland (saved for that one). And I want to meet people who feel the same way that I do about life. There is no dollar value great enough or no job important enough to keep me held hostage and impede me from doing the simple things that are my heart’s desire. I want to meet people who love Michael Jackson and sit and talk for a spell, listen to his music all day, or simply tell them I love them. Most of the things that bring me joy are simple and free. I am ready to do them. Now. Thank you, Michael Jackson for guiding my steps.
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