I have so very often thought about the things of which you speak. It is going to be very difficult being a Michael Jackson offspring in this society where everyone will be out there to exploit them, and will lay in wake for any occasion to degredate their integrity, simply because of their parentage. I have often times spoken publicly about their safety first and all else that stands to follow in abundance due to them simply being who they are. Of course I got slammed as expected. But the truth is the truth and as Michael said it runs marathons around anything else. I agree with you 100% that these children should be better protected. They are too visible and are not being raised according to Michael’s standards of care. If not Debbie Rowe, somebody needs to step in and raise these children in a responsible manner. Rhinocerris skin comes from years and years of being outcast with all odds against, and being forced to cope with those circumstances alone because no one stood by you through it all. Those children might think that they are prepared for any and everything, but in truth, they don’t know what they are potentially up against and it will get worse long before it gets better. They, unfortunately, are not like other children no matter how hard they try to be. They are heirs to a fortune and there will ALWAYS be danger attached to that. There will always be a negative mark attached to them as long as there is tabloid media and those people who will always hate Michael Jackson. The children MUST be protected and shielded from the evil that prevails because it’s not going anywhere.
I wish the very best for Paris, Prince and Blanket. I really wish they could just grow up normally and be like other children. But they cannot. They are special, like it or not, and it is IMPERATIVE that they be protected as the royalty that they are. Their lives depend on it.
I often have thought of them in the same vein as the Kennedy children. Camelot is a beautiful, priviledged existence; but it is also an extremly hard place to find onesself inherrent in. The Kennedy’s had everything one could dream of, but the children, and especially the name sakes, lost themselves in the process to. I so do not want to see Michael’s children grow up to be lost in the world. I do not want to see their names in the tabloids for any reason but certainly not for an negativity. They are at an impressionable age where they are coming into their own personalities and it is at this time that they need more guidance and direction, not less. They cannot be turned loose to run worry and carefree. There are real, dangers in being who they are. The things they are being allowed to do in my opinion is MADNESS. Sound decisions MUST be made by someone with ONLY their best interests at heart. Tough love is a definite must.
My friend, I wholeheartedly agree that at this point, something has to change. I don’t like what I see and the complications that are possible if they continue in the direction they are taking. Wrong road that could lead them head on into hardship, harm and total disaster.
Please protect Michael’s children. If we did not get to help Michael before we lost him, we can at least do the next best thing in advocating for love and protection of the one thing that he would have unquestionably given his life for, his children.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Saturday, June 25, 2011
The day that changed my life forever...
is here again. The reason for me deciding to delve into the cyber world because I had to find an outlet to release all the pain from learning of the senseless utimely death; all the frustration from not being told the truth and hearing all the media lies and heartless rumors; and all the love that has been growing inside me for over 45 years and is never ending, for this man, Michael Jackson. Now comes the day that I wish I could magically wave a wand and erase from history forever. But I can’t, and thus, I am here again to say Michael, I love you and I always will.
Life will never be the same. Michael Jackson left us unnaturally, ans that truth keeps me in a state of forever sadness. He had so much more to give.
Last night I went to bed knowing that today would be a day of the saddest of my memories; memories that will be with me for the rest of my days, for as long as I breathe on this earth. I hope that Michael’s children, his mother, his father, and all of his brothers, sisters, family has found their own ways to have some semblance of peace within themselves allowing them to freely and with reverence honor the wonderful man that their father, son, brother, relation was to everyone and every living thing on this planet. I hope they can find some way of pushing from their minds the many cruelties done to their beloved Michael on this day, and simply pause to give him and his memory all of their energy and love. Nothing else matters today. Nothing. God bless Michael’s family. Take care of them.
My day will be filled with tears, tears that have become my constant companion and friend. It will be filled with Michael’s voice and his image. It will be filled with memories; the good ones and the bad. But it will be more than anything else, filled with love for the one human being that I believe with all my being, was the Angel that God sent to us with messages of love and forgiveness for our generation, who became the sacrificial lamb to save the world. Michael Jackson was a lamb of God. And he took him back just like he did thousands of years ago. When will the world ever be ready to receive what God freely gives us? I don’t know the answer. I only know that until we do, there will be more angels come down to save us and only when it is too late will we recognize them, just like Jesus and just like Michael Jackson.
I love you and I miss the presence of Michael Jackson in my life. Never in my lifetime and not for many lifetimes to come will there ever be another Michael. He was not one in a million. He was a million in one.
52 years ago, an angel came to bring us the promise of greater things to come. Two years ago, that angel was taken back because the world did not recognize who he was. When Michael died, the angels cried, and their tears now fall from our weeping eyes.
Michael Jackson, I will always love you most.
Life will never be the same. Michael Jackson left us unnaturally, ans that truth keeps me in a state of forever sadness. He had so much more to give.
Last night I went to bed knowing that today would be a day of the saddest of my memories; memories that will be with me for the rest of my days, for as long as I breathe on this earth. I hope that Michael’s children, his mother, his father, and all of his brothers, sisters, family has found their own ways to have some semblance of peace within themselves allowing them to freely and with reverence honor the wonderful man that their father, son, brother, relation was to everyone and every living thing on this planet. I hope they can find some way of pushing from their minds the many cruelties done to their beloved Michael on this day, and simply pause to give him and his memory all of their energy and love. Nothing else matters today. Nothing. God bless Michael’s family. Take care of them.
My day will be filled with tears, tears that have become my constant companion and friend. It will be filled with Michael’s voice and his image. It will be filled with memories; the good ones and the bad. But it will be more than anything else, filled with love for the one human being that I believe with all my being, was the Angel that God sent to us with messages of love and forgiveness for our generation, who became the sacrificial lamb to save the world. Michael Jackson was a lamb of God. And he took him back just like he did thousands of years ago. When will the world ever be ready to receive what God freely gives us? I don’t know the answer. I only know that until we do, there will be more angels come down to save us and only when it is too late will we recognize them, just like Jesus and just like Michael Jackson.
I love you and I miss the presence of Michael Jackson in my life. Never in my lifetime and not for many lifetimes to come will there ever be another Michael. He was not one in a million. He was a million in one.
52 years ago, an angel came to bring us the promise of greater things to come. Two years ago, that angel was taken back because the world did not recognize who he was. When Michael died, the angels cried, and their tears now fall from our weeping eyes.
Michael Jackson, I will always love you most.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
My Poem for Paris Jackson created June 20, 2010 - For Father’s Day
Especially for Paris on Father's Day
Joined: Aug 2009
United States
Sunday, June 20, 2010 - 11:36
CassieForMaxwell:
A child is missing a father today
a father is missing a son
a wife is missing the love of her life
a mother's tears, once again has begun
The world is missing an angel
who was here, but for only a while
a magical being of song and dance
compassion, and love, and style
the most giving heart
the most beautiful smile
From all of us who loved him
on this year's Father's day
We pause just to remember you
each in our chosen way
I choose to go to church today
to send a special prayer
that mothers, fathers, children
on the planet everywhere
will never take for granted
a caring father's love
and celebrate him everyday
and pray to the heavens above
Believe….
that though he might be gone away
his love will still always sustain
for in your heart he'll be with you
to comfort and ease your pain
So here's to Michael's baby girl
of which she will always be
Paris, this is my special song
that I pass to you from me
Always know throughout your life
where ever you are in this world
that daddy saved all his butterfly kisses
for his precious, baby girl
United States
Sunday, June 20, 2010 - 11:36
CassieForMaxwell:
A child is missing a father today
a father is missing a son
a wife is missing the love of her life
a mother's tears, once again has begun
The world is missing an angel
who was here, but for only a while
a magical being of song and dance
compassion, and love, and style
the most giving heart
the most beautiful smile
From all of us who loved him
on this year's Father's day
We pause just to remember you
each in our chosen way
I choose to go to church today
to send a special prayer
that mothers, fathers, children
on the planet everywhere
will never take for granted
a caring father's love
and celebrate him everyday
and pray to the heavens above
Believe….
that though he might be gone away
his love will still always sustain
for in your heart he'll be with you
to comfort and ease your pain
So here's to Michael's baby girl
of which she will always be
Paris, this is my special song
that I pass to you from me
Always know throughout your life
where ever you are in this world
that daddy saved all his butterfly kisses
for his precious, baby girl
For those of us who love Anime' Butter Fly Kisses.
I dedicate this video to Paris Jackson,
and all the daddy's baby girls in the world.
Happy Fathers day, daddy
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x303b0_amv-butterfly-kisses_music
Monday, May 30, 2011
my thoughts for this day
Sometimes I wonder if Michael wasn’t tired of people always expecting the unrealistic of him. He was 50 years old, not old by any stretch of the imagination. A man of his physical agility and conditioning for most of his life through dance and being on stage giving 1000% every time, was of course in better shape than most men half his age. But Michael Jackson was human and he had limitations. He suffered from lupus for God’s sake. He had some fractures and some wear and tear to that otherwise well tuned body. Conditions directly related to being the hardest working entertainer in the world as well as some other ills that he the was unfortunately dealt in this game called life. Not of his doing, and not by his own will. Did people think that he was some kind of machine you just wound upcomehell or high water and he’d perform for them? Hadn’t he paid more than his dues already by leaps and bounds? What more can I give he asked? All of you came the reply. All of you. And so he did.
Michael Jackson had worked more years than most laborers who usually work 30 years and then retire. He had worked 45. Didn’t he deserve to retire as much as any other human being? What made them think that he still owed society 7 more years of his life? One more to be honest? He had paid his dues to society. He had done his part.
Perhaps those people could argue that they didn’t know that lupus is an auto immune illness and it affects a person’s ability to stress, stress free. Stress takes a toll on the body and leaves it weakened and subsceptible to other ilnesses. Add an auto immune illness to that and you are flirting with disaster. Michael Jackson didn’t have the common cold. He had a debilitating, life threatening illness. And it appears to me that no one cared enough about that to just leave him be.
Sure people have said to me that Michael looked healthy enough in This Is It. At some level I would agree. He certainly could still move and wow the audience. And I am sure for maybe 10 concerts, he would have gotten through just fine. But the idea that a person with his illnesses would be forced into a corner and made to believe that his very livelihood depended upon doing just what we saw in TII 50 times over, is, in a word, assinine. No one has, can or will ever convince me that Michael Jackson was looking forward with giddy anticipation to being contracted to 50 Michael Jackson performances. Because we know that a Michael Jackson performance is what it is, and that equates to nothing less than perfection. Michael would never settle for anything less. But his body would not be able to have handled that. Anyone want to try to prove to me that the powers that be didn’t know that? Anybody?
As I look back, as I have been doing for the last 23 months, I don’t see anyone having had Michael Jackson’s, the human, best interest at heart. No one. And the cost for that no where equal to the loss sustained from his work ethic to try to do the impossible. I still feel that there is more to the story that is yet to be told. Maybe it will be. Likely it won’t. Money talks.
I miss Michael Jackson as if he were an old, dear, beloved friend . I hurt for his children who try not to wear their hearts on their sleeves, and his mother who can disguise her pain for only a while, but sometimes has to let it show.
I wish Michael Jackson knew that he didn’t owe anyone anything anymore. I wish he knew that all things work themselves out in time no matter what. And I wish he had had someone real in his life to look out for him when things looked a bit shady. Not a handler. Not a manager, lawyer, a watcher, but a real down to earth friend.
God, Jehovah, Allah or by what ever name you call Him, knows what happened on June 25, 2009 and I know He is on the job. The guilty parties know who they are and if they have any heart at all, must have a hard time sleeping at night, or waking up in the morning. … if they have any heart.
Michael Jackson had worked more years than most laborers who usually work 30 years and then retire. He had worked 45. Didn’t he deserve to retire as much as any other human being? What made them think that he still owed society 7 more years of his life? One more to be honest? He had paid his dues to society. He had done his part.
Perhaps those people could argue that they didn’t know that lupus is an auto immune illness and it affects a person’s ability to stress, stress free. Stress takes a toll on the body and leaves it weakened and subsceptible to other ilnesses. Add an auto immune illness to that and you are flirting with disaster. Michael Jackson didn’t have the common cold. He had a debilitating, life threatening illness. And it appears to me that no one cared enough about that to just leave him be.
Sure people have said to me that Michael looked healthy enough in This Is It. At some level I would agree. He certainly could still move and wow the audience. And I am sure for maybe 10 concerts, he would have gotten through just fine. But the idea that a person with his illnesses would be forced into a corner and made to believe that his very livelihood depended upon doing just what we saw in TII 50 times over, is, in a word, assinine. No one has, can or will ever convince me that Michael Jackson was looking forward with giddy anticipation to being contracted to 50 Michael Jackson performances. Because we know that a Michael Jackson performance is what it is, and that equates to nothing less than perfection. Michael would never settle for anything less. But his body would not be able to have handled that. Anyone want to try to prove to me that the powers that be didn’t know that? Anybody?
As I look back, as I have been doing for the last 23 months, I don’t see anyone having had Michael Jackson’s, the human, best interest at heart. No one. And the cost for that no where equal to the loss sustained from his work ethic to try to do the impossible. I still feel that there is more to the story that is yet to be told. Maybe it will be. Likely it won’t. Money talks.
I miss Michael Jackson as if he were an old, dear, beloved friend . I hurt for his children who try not to wear their hearts on their sleeves, and his mother who can disguise her pain for only a while, but sometimes has to let it show.
I wish Michael Jackson knew that he didn’t owe anyone anything anymore. I wish he knew that all things work themselves out in time no matter what. And I wish he had had someone real in his life to look out for him when things looked a bit shady. Not a handler. Not a manager, lawyer, a watcher, but a real down to earth friend.
God, Jehovah, Allah or by what ever name you call Him, knows what happened on June 25, 2009 and I know He is on the job. The guilty parties know who they are and if they have any heart at all, must have a hard time sleeping at night, or waking up in the morning. … if they have any heart.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Still broken hearted
I am sitting here in my little place in my home where I watch and listen to and have dedicated to my Michael Jackson. This is his place. Nothing else can invade it.
I’ve just finished watching, again, Bad in Japan, 1987. Preparing to watch, yet again, Michael Jackson Commemorated days leading to his 45th birthday. But in between these 2 very special treasured memories, I have once again opened the pages to Michael’s things, Neverland Lost, and I am in tears. It’s very hard for me to look at these beautiful personal belongings of our Michael. They have been boxed up and pushed away as it feels sometimes Michael was. Just seeing them, especially the items with his makeup still around the collars, the shoes with the missing gormet bearing his name on the sole, the things that made up his life. The telling things like the many little statues and trinkets and artifacts that spoke louder than any words ever could, of his lonliness and his aching desire to recreate the childhood he never had. To see them, in all their glory, yet in all their simplicity, makes me once again go there. Where you ask… back to the time when Michael Jackson was happy. Back to the joy inside his tears. Back to his Neverland where he at least was surrounded by the things that gave him comfort and a sense of belonging. When he lost that… he lost a greater piece of himself. I truly feel as much.
I ask myself why, why couldn’t they let him have the one thing in his life that gave him peace? His home. The home built from the imagination of a child in an adult world. The home were he felt safe and surrounded by familiar things. The place that gave him back a piece of the childhood that passed him by. Was that too much to ask? Michael never asked anything of the world except his privacy. No matter how much he sacrificed for others, to give us and everyone around him joy and magic and a piece of heaven on earth, he never required we give him anything in return. Never asked for recognition. Never asked anything more than we see him as a human being, a good man. And that he was. None before and none after will ever measure up no matter how hard one might try. It’s just not in the stars. Michael held the universe in his gently, worn hands and he handled it with care.
I don’t know why God allowed Michael to suffer so much. There are some things that only God holds the answers to. I guess this is one of them. 50 years is such a short life for one so full of life and love for every living, breathing thing. For one who had such vibrance and fire, 50 years is not long at all. He surely had 50 more had the tables not turned against him. But I guess one might say, that’s all water under the bridge now. I know however, that the water is surely troubled at his crossing over so soon.
I am still broken hearted and I seem to get more and more saddened as the days fall away towards 2 years. I don’t know that I will ever return to the person I was pre 6/25/09. I only know that it’s coming and nothing can turn back the hands of time. So I will play the songs, read the books, watch the performances, and shed the tears in my Michael room possibly for the rest of my life. Will it ever get easier? Maybe. Will it ever not give me cause to reflect? Never. Will I treasure these things for the rest of my life? Definitely.
Michael Jackson, I will never let your memory part, for you’re always on my mind and forever in my heart. You are so beautiful to me...
I’ve just finished watching, again, Bad in Japan, 1987. Preparing to watch, yet again, Michael Jackson Commemorated days leading to his 45th birthday. But in between these 2 very special treasured memories, I have once again opened the pages to Michael’s things, Neverland Lost, and I am in tears. It’s very hard for me to look at these beautiful personal belongings of our Michael. They have been boxed up and pushed away as it feels sometimes Michael was. Just seeing them, especially the items with his makeup still around the collars, the shoes with the missing gormet bearing his name on the sole, the things that made up his life. The telling things like the many little statues and trinkets and artifacts that spoke louder than any words ever could, of his lonliness and his aching desire to recreate the childhood he never had. To see them, in all their glory, yet in all their simplicity, makes me once again go there. Where you ask… back to the time when Michael Jackson was happy. Back to the joy inside his tears. Back to his Neverland where he at least was surrounded by the things that gave him comfort and a sense of belonging. When he lost that… he lost a greater piece of himself. I truly feel as much.
I ask myself why, why couldn’t they let him have the one thing in his life that gave him peace? His home. The home built from the imagination of a child in an adult world. The home were he felt safe and surrounded by familiar things. The place that gave him back a piece of the childhood that passed him by. Was that too much to ask? Michael never asked anything of the world except his privacy. No matter how much he sacrificed for others, to give us and everyone around him joy and magic and a piece of heaven on earth, he never required we give him anything in return. Never asked for recognition. Never asked anything more than we see him as a human being, a good man. And that he was. None before and none after will ever measure up no matter how hard one might try. It’s just not in the stars. Michael held the universe in his gently, worn hands and he handled it with care.
I don’t know why God allowed Michael to suffer so much. There are some things that only God holds the answers to. I guess this is one of them. 50 years is such a short life for one so full of life and love for every living, breathing thing. For one who had such vibrance and fire, 50 years is not long at all. He surely had 50 more had the tables not turned against him. But I guess one might say, that’s all water under the bridge now. I know however, that the water is surely troubled at his crossing over so soon.
I am still broken hearted and I seem to get more and more saddened as the days fall away towards 2 years. I don’t know that I will ever return to the person I was pre 6/25/09. I only know that it’s coming and nothing can turn back the hands of time. So I will play the songs, read the books, watch the performances, and shed the tears in my Michael room possibly for the rest of my life. Will it ever get easier? Maybe. Will it ever not give me cause to reflect? Never. Will I treasure these things for the rest of my life? Definitely.
Michael Jackson, I will never let your memory part, for you’re always on my mind and forever in my heart. You are so beautiful to me...
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
Jermaine Jackson's book out this fall | new, york, book - Colorado Springs Gazette, CO
Jermaine Jackson's book out this fall | new, york, book - Colorado Springs Gazette, CO
This is the tell all book about Michael where Jermaine says some damaging things about Michael and his personal life. I certainly hope that this is just a rumor. I would hate to believe that now after Michael’s death that even his brother thinks trashing him is fair game. Is anything sacred in Michael’s life? For heaven’s sake, let Michael rest in peace and stop throwing stones at his character. Give peace and love a chance. It works.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Some people are just plain ign’ant
Well 4/29 was my birthday and I guess I was feeling somewhat “old hat”. The only real solace I found in that day was that it happens to be the same day of the month that Michael was born. That fact at least made me feel like we have at least a little somthing, something in common. Well anyway, long story short, I was at work sitting there staring at a picture on my desk of… you guessed it Michael. Yeah, he’s there. I find my self lost in that picture at work. Everyone in my office knows that he means the world to me, so usually they just leave me alone. HOWEVER, not this day.
“Girl, why are you sitting here staring at a dead man? And, my God, what do you see in him in the first place? He looks scary. WTH??@@#@##* I lost it. I mean… I really lost it. Now my superiors think that I am in need of some counseling. Not her… but me. It is so embarassing. What I need is for people to mind their own damn business. Leave me alone and not judge me for who or what I love. I LOVE MICHAEL. Period. I don’t feel that in itself is any reason for people to feel obliged to make off centered remarks about my emotional stability. It was the 29th. Michael’s birthday is on the 29th. I’m having another birthday. He never will. It’s depressing. I was simply meditating, minding my own b.i.z. Why am I being chastized when she is not? I am still upset as you can see.
My reason for posting, was I wrong? Do you think I’m being persnickity? I would rather hear it from people who I know love Michael and will be honest and fair. I just want them to leave me alone. Stop tippin. I wish I could pack up my gear and move to the moon away from all of them. I don’t need this. Leave me and Michael Jackson ALONE.
“Girl, why are you sitting here staring at a dead man? And, my God, what do you see in him in the first place? He looks scary. WTH??@@#@##* I lost it. I mean… I really lost it. Now my superiors think that I am in need of some counseling. Not her… but me. It is so embarassing. What I need is for people to mind their own damn business. Leave me alone and not judge me for who or what I love. I LOVE MICHAEL. Period. I don’t feel that in itself is any reason for people to feel obliged to make off centered remarks about my emotional stability. It was the 29th. Michael’s birthday is on the 29th. I’m having another birthday. He never will. It’s depressing. I was simply meditating, minding my own b.i.z. Why am I being chastized when she is not? I am still upset as you can see.
My reason for posting, was I wrong? Do you think I’m being persnickity? I would rather hear it from people who I know love Michael and will be honest and fair. I just want them to leave me alone. Stop tippin. I wish I could pack up my gear and move to the moon away from all of them. I don’t need this. Leave me and Michael Jackson ALONE.
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