My thoughts on the angel who fell to earth 8-29-1958 and then flew away on 6/25/2009.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Michael's Judas
I also recall Michael Jackson doing hundreds of grueling concerts, attended by millions, whereby he donated every single dime earned to charity. What does that say to me? One very important thing it says is that earning and having money was of no value to Michael if it not be shared with those who were less fortunate than him. It said to me that to earn and pile money on top of money in a bank somewhere unaccounted and uncounted, just for the sake of having it, was of no interest to him. He would rather give it to Africa, to children in crisis, to victims of disaster than allow it to simply accumulate interest and not be used to help those in need. Michael Jackson was a philanthropist and nothing was more important to him than healing the world. Giving back. Can you imagine then how upset that would make those moguls who stood to lose from all that money he was giving away? The greedy people who ate, drank and slept money? Bet they hated seeing all that revenue flying out of their hands and into the hands of the needy of the world. Yeah. I'll bet they did. How dare Michael give HIS money away to those people when he could be investing it in the "company" increasing their value and their networth? What on earth was he thinking? Helping the down trodden certainly has a limit. And certainly Michael jackson was going above and beyond. Hell, thats not the way to keep So... I mean the "company" happy. This kind of nonsense had to end. So what could be done to change it? Your guess is as good as mine. However, I'm gonna tell you what I think, feel, in the pit of my stomach and deep, deep in my heart. These are my thoughts, so please allow me to have them.
Michael loved children. He loved people. He loved the planet. In order to get to him, they had to ge at him where he loved most. And where was that. The whole world by now knows the answer to that question. Children. Make it so he would NEVER be able to visit children in hospitals, never be able to offer them a place to enjoy childhood freely again, never be able to touch or hug a child in public, never be able to say without speculation and words taken out of context, that he loved children more than anything else in the world, never be seen as an advocate for those he relished as the eyes of God again. Get Michael Jackson where it hurts most by any means necessary, but make it personal and embarrassing and emotionally debilitating. Give him a Judas in his home and make it nasty. How? You purposely brainwash and persuade a child, one whom he had opened his home to, taken into his care, trusted, nurtured, and you perpetuate a plan to mount the most horrific deception imaginable upon him through that child. How sinister and cruel. How betrayed Michael Jackson had to be. Nothing and I do mean nothing, could have possibly hurt him more.
I believe that Michael Jackson's destruction had been in the making a long time before the actual deed was done. And I believe it was all for hate, envy and greed. Three deadly sins all perpetrated against Michael Jackson for reasons that I will not openly state as it is only, at this stage of the game, mere yet real speculation. However, if there is such a thing as justice in this world, it will all be revealed in time. I only pray that I live to see the day when all the kings men go down. God is good.
I also believe that after the trials of 2005 that Michael was changed. Why in God's name would he ever want to perform again to an audience of many who though vindicated, saw him still as guilty and associated him with sinister alliances and ulterior motives? Why would he continue to line the pockets of an empire who maliciously sought to bring him down and turned their backs on him when his life stood in peril? He had shown the world that money was not his main focus for performing night after night; month after month. He did it because he loved performing yes, but mainly because it allowed him to be able to give by the millions to those he loved most. Now, his purpose had been virtually destroyed. Martin Bashir was the vehicle used to begin the cycle. The rest is history. They took Michael's credibility away, made him a criminal in the eyes of many, and broke Michael's spirit. His eyes took on sadness I had never seen. Even though he won in court, in life, he lost. His love for children would be forever scrutinized and looked upon with dissecting, probing eyes. Our Michael Jackson, whom we love unconditionally, would never be the same. That Michael Jackson had been murdered in the courtroom and the media buried him alive. We lost. The children lost. The world lost. And most of all, Michael Jackson lost.
How freakin appropriate for the fledging criminal! Did he not say himself that if he could no longer be loved and do things for children that he might as well be dead? Why not make it appear that he was in that frame of mind and did in fact start on that downward spiral with drugs until finally at the end he medicated himself to death. (Though he had a little help at the end with Conrad Murray) But supposedly, that was an incidental, rather "accidental" coincidence.
It is quite obvious to me that the LA court system in the Hollywood arena of glitz and glam, has made it a rule rather than an exception, to look the other way when a person in high visibility in the performance arts is murdered with drugs as the underlying culprit, to find just cause to dismiss medical doctors of any wrong doing. It has happened over and over again. It seems they tend to look the other way and let these predators continue to get away with murder. We cannot allow this to happen with Michael... or can we? What can we do? We can advocate. We can send letters. We can protest. We can pray. There are many things we can do, but what we cannot do is just let this "go away" and let them get away. Michael Jackson was murdered. It was pre meditated and it was planned a long time ago.
I am only one voice and this is just my heart speaking. If you have thoughts, go on a posting mission. Just let them know that we know, that we are watching, and we will NOT look the other way or be silent.
Michael, I love you too much to sit silently and accept what I see happening right before my eyes. I will be a voice for you. I might not be heard, but I'm talking. I will be always on the side of truth and what is right. By your example you taught me that. You spoke. I heard. And I pray the world is also listening.
I will always love you more.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
In All of My Life I've Never Been So Ashamed
Sunday, August 29, 2010
#MessageToMJ - Happy 52nd Birthday Angel
What I love about “MY” Michael Jackson. I love you inside out and outside in. Yes indeed, I love the way you danced into my heart, your expression, the involuntarily pout of those perfectly formed lips. I love your voice, the music, your style, your smile, your passion. I love, love, love all of those things. But what I cherish, what stands out most for me and melts my heart rendering me captive like a butterfly is the compassion, the love, the sincerity that shone in your eyes and the graceful beauty of your majestic hands. Yes Michael, when I say I love you, it has no carnal stigma attached to it, no lust. It is simple and pure and honest and from my heart. It’s ageless and boundless and goes beyond reason. It’s only love, and love is all that is required. I could love you from a distance for the rest of my life without you ever knowing or whispering my name. That is how I love you, that is MY “I love you”.
The planet cries your tears. The wind whispers your name. The earth moves to the melody, the rhythm of your heartbeat. And my heart breaks a little more each day without you. Angel, by definition: A typically benevolent celestial being that acts as an intermediary between heaven and earth; One who manifests goodness, purity, and selflessness. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know who that describes.
Happy birthday Michael Jackson. On earth as it is in heaven, I honor you and celebrate all the gifts you left behind. Wish you were here. Oh! But you are…Always in my heart.
CassieforMaxwell