MAGICAL CHILD…MESSENGER OF LIGHT

wembleythe way you make me feelbubblescalendarI WENT ON A JOURNEY TO DISCOVER A MUSICAL GENIUS AND HAD MY EPIPHANY.

Magical child once felt a twinge

A faint recollection, a memory unhinged

In the colors, the form, the hue

There seemed a mystery with a subtle clue

Behind the wind, the storm, the gale

Within the shroud, beyond the veil

Hidden from view in a wondrous pattern

There seemed a force that he could not fathom

Its music and cadence were playful and sweet

He danced in bliss to its throbbing beat

He did not mind either cold or heat

On the mountain high was his royal seat

Strangers came and scorned his joy

With ridicule and banter they tried to destroy

What in their minds was a skillful play

With cruel darts they tried to plunder

To suffocate and strangle his innocent wonder

Fighting hard despite the blunder

Again and again to steal his thunder

Despite their attacks they could not break

With all their barbs they could not take

God’s gift of love, which they could not fake

Not knowing his strength or what he sought to seek

They complained aloud and called him a freak

But the mysterious force just kept its hold

Magical child grew brave and boldborn to entertain

Diving deep into his soul

In exquisite ecstasy he discovered his role

In his Self was infinite scope

This mysterious force was mankind’s hope

Piercing through that mask of being

In that silence beyond all seeing

Was a field with a different story

A field of power, of awesome glory

With other children, it unfurled

Its tidal wave would change the world

Magical child was ready to bow

Sow the seed, pick up the plough

With effortless ease,  without a sign

Without a tear, without a cry

With silent perfection

Under God’s direction

To sing together as one race

Stem the tide, transform this place

Magical children, don’t worry how

Don’t delay, this moment’s now.

     Several weeks ago, during my predawn walk with our little pom, Casey, I experienced a moment of revelation…my epiphany.  Heretofore, Michaeling had been revealed through intense research:  reading, viewing, listening.  But, I could feel, what Michael called a gestation, the embryo of an idea growing.  It was time to stretch creatively, spiritually.  Authors Elizabeth Michelle Billeaudeaux’s MICHAEL IN MY LIFE and Heaven Leigh’s MICHAELUNA, both fresh in my mind, were inspiring me to take some risks.  And, the greatest creative teacher, the maker of dreams, kept DTDwhispering in my ear.

I had only shared with a handful of people an amazing visit I experienced while walking one morning.  I was alone and feeling the weight of injustice heavier than I could remember.  The evil and sheer meanest coming down on Michael was almost more than I could bear.  My morning walks are about exercise, of course.  But much more than that, they are about sorting out my life, talking with God…and, I must admit, often trying to convince Him of MY plan for the world.  In other words, TELLING HIM WHAT I THINK SHOULD HAPPEN.  “And, how is that working for you, you may well ask?”  As I rounded a corner and headed downhill toward home, feeling more desperate than ever, I happened to look up into the heavens.  Remember when you were a child and you laid on your back looking up at the clouds, imagining pictures?  “Oh, look there.  It looks just like a—–!”  You fill in the blank.  On this day, as I turned my eyes skyward, there, straight ahead, was a perfect picture of Michael’s iconic Billie Jean dance profile.  Now, this was not a moment where I said…”If I look really hard…it kind of looks like…”  OH, NO!  This was a PERFECT Billie Jean dance profile…down to the feet and up to the hat.  The profile of Michael’s face with the hat pulled way down…was exactly what I have seen time and time again in pictures and on film.  “OH, MY GOD!” was all I could say, over and over again.  Tears rolled down my cheeks.  “If that isn’t a hopeful sign, Jude, nothing is,” I said to myself.  To this day, I believe Michael appeared to let me know that everything will work out for the highest good.  Out of current situations will come good.  Now, I must admit, I needed the strength of Michelle and Leigh to be convinced that I am important enough to be visited.  And, my journey PAYING MICHAEL FORWARD had evolved to this level.  AND, I was learning to listen better and become spiritually open.bj hat

Staying open, listening, getting out of the way of writing and letting God walk into the room, a beautiful thought crept into my mind.  I began thinking about color.  In his teens, Michael broke through the restraints of adult songwriters and began arranging and producing his own works.  Among the first of these was CAN YOU FEEL IT.  He talked about it in his autobiography, MOONWALK.  He had been reading about peacocks and discovered, “a peacock’s full plumage would explode only when it was in love, and then all the colors would shine—all the colors of the rainbow on one body.”  He said, “I was immediately taken with that beautiful image and the meaning behind it.  That bird’s plumage conveyed the message I was looking for to explain the Jackson’s and our intense devotion to one another, as well as our multifaceted interests.  Our first world tour had focused our interest in uniting people of all races through music.  Our message was MUSIC IS COLOR-BLIND.”https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mWu15I56gvE

Something became clear to me…Michael was a young black man traveling the world, seeing all colors.  The peacock represented all the colors of the rainbow on one body.  He chose it as the symbol and name for the Jacksons’ production company…Peacock Productions, because it symbolized an explosion of love between people of all colors brought about by music.  This young black man set about to unite the world through music.  Paradoxically, while seeing the beauty of all colors of people, the music was colorblind.  Ultimately, “It didn’t matter what color our skin was or what country we called home.”  Michael Jackson, “I was trying to make the statement that there was life and meaning beyond space and time and the peacock had burst forth ever brighter and ever prouder.  I wanted the film to reflect that idea, too.”  Michael created his first short film, far ahead of its time, for CAN YOU FEEL IT (Triumph Album).  The amazing production opened the Jacksons’ stage show in a way never seen before.from the fans

In the beginning, the land was pure

Even in the early morning light

You could see the beauty in the forms of nature

Soon men and women of every color and shape would be here too

And they would find it all to easy sometimes not to see the colors

And to ignore the beauty of each other

But they would never lose sight of the dream of a better world

That they could unite and build together in TRIUMPH.

ALL THE COLORS OF THE WORLD SHOULD BE LOVING EACH OTHER WHOLEHEARTEDLY

YES, IT’S ALL RIGHT TAKE MY MESSAGE TO YOUR BROTHER AND TELL HIM TWICE

SPREAD THE WORD AND TRY TO TEACH THE MAN WHO IS HATING HIS BROTHER WHEN HATE WON’T DO

CUZ WE’RE ALL THE SAME YES THE BLOOD INSIDE OF ME IS INSIDE OF YOU

   …in the color, the form, the hue…there seemed a mystery with a subtle clue.

The color black has the property of absorbing every hue while the color white reflects all…a mystery of seeing all and seeing none.  Michael’s sister, Janet, said that if her brother were a color, he would be all colors.  Isn’t the clue that Michael was born black and, because of vitiligo, became white?  Early in life, he saw and absorbed all the colors of people around the world and, as he grew, instead of continuing to absorb, his whiteness reflected the love in those colors.  His message was a reflection of the blood inside us all, exploding the full plumage into the bright light of color-blind music.fencing

As I have heard so many say, Michael carried a light inside of him.  It was seen when he was a little boy.  As he grew, it became an aura.  Often, people said you could feel him before he entered the room.  Sheryl Crow said when he entered a room, the room changed. Woman described it as “wreaking sex.”  Children were the ones who felt it most, drawn to Michael like a magnet. Frequently, people lost their voices and momentarily were unable to speak.  Photographers have captured it in Michael’s smile.  Fellow musicians and collaborators discovered that they were capable of creating far more than they ever thought they could.  Michael had the gift of drawing out of others’ gifts they never knew they had.  The visual of Michael, glistening in sweat, exhausted after having given every ounce of blood and sweat and God-given talent he had, standing under a blazing spotlight, head turned upward toward the heavens, gives me an image of Michael’s inner light.

The twenty-fifth of every month for the last 50 months, MAJORLOVEPRAYER with its masses of Fans in 188 countries around the globe, join together to, “visualize intense white light surrounding Michael, his legacy and his reputation in this world…seeing a light that outshines any negativity…clearing it, healing it and letting God walk in to create a bright future for Michael, his children, and the world.  That light we see as we close our eyes and imagine it, is Michael’s light.  It is felt by millions of people in every corner of this planet.  It is the light that continues Michael’s work.

Kimberly J. talks about LIGHTWORKERS.  She says in her A TRIBUTE, “I believe Michael Jackson embodied an energy of childlike innocence that was intended as a gift to the world.  Michael was certainly designed to shine and shine he did.  Michael had incredible energy and charisma and illuminated any stadium he graced the stage of. There are few people in history that we know of that had that ability, that huge aura that could reach people right to the back of a 75,000- seat stadium.  Lightworkers experience the world from their heart.  They see with their heart, they listen with their heart and they think with their heart.”iconic performer

Michael had a clear understanding of his role here on earth from the time he was young.  He learned and absorbed, he sang and he danced, he wrote and he spoke, all the time reflecting light to the world.  The values he believed in and lived illuminated him.  Those who tried to destroy him couldn’t break his love.  As he rode to court the day of the verdicts, he read Isaiah 53.  He understood.  A gentle, humble, gifted man who didn’t want to “spend his life being a color,” was all colors and no color.  He was the brightest light I have ever known…the world has ever known.

Today, Michael’s light shines from millions of the faces of Fans around the world.  The reflections touch efforts for change.  The list of groups for cause, inspired by Michael, grows daily.  Rediscovering the child in us all, the moment IS now to heal a hurting world.https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ENqUTPEFWwwhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ENqUTPEFWww

Michael is my messenger of light…my hope and my inspiration.  An epiphany of color and light has given me greater understanding.  I continue to find such joy in the journey with a man who was born black, absorbed a world of color, the beauty of people, and reflected the light and energy back onto a world in need.  He said…art

I am the thinker, the thinking, the thought

I am the seeker, the seeking, the sought

I am the dewdrop, the sunshine, the storm

I am the phenomenon, the field, the form

I am the desert, the ocean, the sky

I am the Primeval Self in you and I

Michael Jacksonhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zqBV5f75LDIhttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zqBV5f75LDI

And so, My Dear MJ Sisters and Brothers, I offer this reflection of light to you.  It comes from my heart with tears of love.  It is my gift to you and to Michael on his 56th birthday. IT’S ALL FOR LOVE.la

Jude

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4 thoughts on “MAGICAL CHILD…MESSENGER OF LIGHT

  1. YOU GOT IT JUDE! When I first wrote that I thought the fact that He was first black, then turned white, was another of those clues from God that Michael WAS ansd IS God’s representative for the New Age of The child…I got a couple ugly comments…because I was talking about His vitiligo. I don’t see why talking about His vitiigo was bad to put in my book. It’s a big part of Michael’s life and a huge clue from God that Michael was Exactly who He was supposed to be…doing Exactly what He was supposed to be doing…at Exactly the time He was supposed to b doing it! I know you are going through a lot these days…in your heart…and I’m glad you are sharing it with us. It is important! Michael has let you know that, hasn’t He? 🙂 <3 peace, light & MichaeLOVE, Michelle

  2. Once again I am so moved by your beautiful thoughts! The description of seeing Michael as you were walking is so peaceful and provided you with reassurance that things would work out. I am continually amazed by your wealth of knowledge! It is such a blessing that you are willing to share with all of us. I especially loved the poetry in this piece. Poetry conveys feelings like nothing else can sometimes. The imagery of colors was also thought provoking and such a tribute to Michael’s ability to love everyone and everything. If only people, media, etc. would take the time to understand who he really was and what he loved and cared for. I believe you have done a wonderful job paying it forward and letting people know the “real” Michael. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and your love!

  3. When I first read that moving poem by Michael in ‘Dancing The Dream’, which I absolutely love, I was amazed at his skill as a poet of genius, who should be recognised. I also could hear his plea, asking for understanding of all he had to put up with in bad attitudes, and prejudice. Saying this, I think that, in the line that says, ‘What in their minds was a skilful play’, should end with ‘ploy’ to rhyme with ‘joy’ and ‘destroy’ in the two lines above. This makes perfect sense. Many indeed did use ploys against him. I believe it was due to a misprint; which I also found in the ‘Love’ piece, where it says ‘five’ instead of ‘free’ and ‘enemy’ instead of ‘energy’ in my copy of ‘Dancing the Dream’. Too bad. I do admire your idea of him becoming white from absorbing all the colours of the rainbow, and reflecting light to the world. Brilliant. I shall look at the sky more often now to see if I can see him! His other poem, ‘I Am The Thinker’ is so powerful, sends shivers down my spine. I am grateful to you for all this hard work to keep him here with us. I am proud to be one of those millions of faces out to heal and change the world. Five years after his ‘death’, I can still feel his spirit and energy calling to me.

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