“Michael had an uncanny ability to experience and to convey in his performances what Depak Chopra (Indian physician and spiritualist) describes as the “GOD-FEELING,” a transcendent, ecstatic state that dissolves hard lines, barriers and ideologies and recognizes instead the unity of existence between different races, cultures and religions, between mind and body, between human beings, nature and animals.” MAN IN THE MUSIC Joseph Vogel 2011
“ALL OF LIFE IS IN ME…THE CHILDREN AND THEIR PAIN, THE CHILDREN AND THEIR JOY…THE OCEAN SWELLING UNDER THE SUN, THE OCEAN WEEPING WITH BLACK OIL…THE ANIMALS HUNTED IN FEAR, THE ANIMALS BURSTING WITH THE SHEER JOY OF BEING ALIVE.” Michael Jackson DANCING THE DREAM 1992
I met An Angel the other day. It was quite by accident as I walked through my life. I had been asked to work on a creative project and was moving along easily. It’s cancellation came as a surprise and I suddenly found myself with that empty feeling of being without creative direction. I really cannot recall the details of what brought me face to face with My Angel. All I remember is the amazing encounter with one whose feelings were so much like mine that I was literally rocked back on my heels. Intitally, the connection was through music and dance and the lovely memories of a time when I was mesmerized by the most spectacular performer, musician and dancer to ever grace this planet. Eager to learn more, see more, feel more…I started a journey of discovery. Oddly enough, I began to master a search engine called googling-something I had previously abhorred. Hours seemed to fly by as I searched. Moonwalking through an autobiography filled me with an understanding of a true artist who practiced daily what I was just beginning to comprehend. I was peeking into the creative mind of a child prodigy-an adult genius.
Suddenly, I fell head over heals into DANCING THE DREAM. It’s poetry and prose stunned me in a way that was not only emotionally charged, but, profoundly personal. I was feeling what other people felt who had discovered this life…it was personal to all who took the journey. My Angel was a kindred spirit in every way. Love made that connection. Love of children. Love of animals. Love for the planet.
The trouble with such An Angel is that he has stirred things up…gotten me unsettled…beckoned me to follow his example. Since he is a genius and I am not, it is a bumpy path. Moving deliberately, finding my way, struggling to hear how my voice fit into his choir, I came to an emotional roadblock.
June 25, 2010 was truly a heartache from beginning to end, except, it really hasn’t ended. Yes, the date has changed on the calendar, but the aching remains. You see, I witnessed a media execution of My Angel…or, at least the attempt. My sense of injustice, my Italian loyalty, my anger all welled up inside of me until I felt dizzy and sick to my stomach. My tears would not stop, they are still close to the surface ready to flow at a moment’s notice. The thing about love and angels is that you really can’t share them with others. Words fail to describe the true emotion. Defenses run high and explanations fall very short. Only God and other angels can be called upon to help And so, I screamed, “HELP!”http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mj3MfUR35CM
Help often doesn’t come immediately. You must struggle on your own and cry out many times. Exhausted, I finally closed my swollen eyes and slept…my mind still searching for answers. Awakening and feeling gutted, a migraine searching for a place to land in my head, I dragged myself out of bed. Morning walks usually clear things up for me, but, not this time. I tried morning prayers and begged. Where was My Angel? Had they happily succeeded in gutting him, too? Coffee in one shaking hand and research papers in the other, a tiny light…a ray of hope…a quote I had written weeks earlier. “IF YOU ENTER THE WORLD KNOWING THAT YOU ARE LOVED AND YOU LEAVE THE WORLD KNOWING THE SAME, THEN EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS IN BETWEEN CAN BE DEALT WITH.” MJ My Angel had reappeared. Tears fell and I began to think I might find a way back from the edge.
Today, has been less of a struggle. My Angel stands in the wings, waiting for me to find my voice and join him. I’m trying, Dear Angel. Don’t leave me. Together, can we find a way to keep love alive and overcome hatred? I know My Angel would answer that question with, “DO IT FOR THE LOVE. L.O.V.E. LOVE.” I am working hard to get there. Thank you, Michael. Stay close to this planet. We need you. We Never Can Say Good-Bye.
“It’s hard to see angels, although I’ve stared at their pictures for hours. Some people can see them without pictures, and they tell interesting tales. Guardian angels are all female, for instance, which didn’t surprise me once I found out. A birth angel, recruited from the younger ranks, attends every baby when it appears, while another angel, older but not grim, helps the dying to leave this world without grief or pain.
You can pray to the angels and they will listen, but the best way to call them, I am told, is to laugh. Angels respond to delight, because that is what they’re made of. In fact, when people’s minds are clouded by anger or hatred, no angel can reach them.
Not all angels have wings-so the visionaries claim-but those who do can unfurl a span of golden feathers stretching over the entire world. If you had eyes that could look straight into the sun, you would see an overwhelming angel presiding there; a more serene one smiles out from the face of the moon.
Angels spend their entire lives, which are forever, spinning around the Creator’s throne, singing His praise. People with keen ears have listened in. The harmonies of the angelic choir are incredibly complex, they say, but the rhythm is simple. ‘It’s mostly march time,’ one eavesdropper affirmed. For some reason, that fact is almost the best I have learned so far.
After a while it got lonely hearing about angels you couldn’t see for yourself. When an angel-watcher heard that, she was shocked. ‘Not see?’ she said. ‘But you have an angel in you. Everybody does. I can see it right now, and I thought you could, too.’ ‘No,’ I said sadly, and I asked what it looked like. ‘Did it look like me?’
‘Well, yes and no,’ the angel-watcher mysteriously answered. ‘It all depends on what you think you are. Your angel is a speck of light perched at the very center of your heart. It is smaller than an atom, but just wait. Once you get close to it, your angel will expand. The closer you come, the more it will grow, until finally, in a burst of light, you will see your angel in its true shape, and at that very instant, you will also see yourself.’
So now I am looking for my angel all the time. I sit silently, turning my gaze inward. It wasn’t long before I caught a glimpse of something. ‘Is that you, Angel, holding a candle?’ One flicker and it was gone. Yet that was enough to set my heart wildly beating. Next time my angel will be waving a lamp, then holding a torch aloft, then lighting a bonfire.
That’s what the angel-watcher promised, and now that I have caught sight of glory, I know enough to believe.” Dancing the Dream Michael Jackson 1992
“I believe he used his extreme musical ability, his God-given gift, to touch us deep within our souls. He managed to reach our true selves, our cores. I know that when I listen to his voice, especially certain songs, I actually seem to vibrate on a cellular level. His pitch, his resonance, his melody, his timing…all seem to touch my inner core, who I think of as me. This is how he seemed to bring us all together. He knew about this: tonal vibration and the rhythms of time and space. He married these concepts with his music, and his dance, and gave birth to a world-wide movement of love and peace among all peoples of earth. Through his music, we all swayed to the same beat. We all vibrated to the music of the spheres. We came together and all felt closer to God. An Angel Among Us We Called him Michael Jackson…a spiritural journey Mx. Elizabeth Michelle Billeaudeaux 2010
Sharing all of this with you today, I feel my mind clearing. This creative vehicle opens my senses and frees me to try to reach my potential. I celebrate that. And so, I will continue searching and listening and dancing…no boundaries, no borders, no color, no religion…just voices raised as one remembering that it’s all about LOVE!
“He was an angel walking the planet.” Kenny Ortega THIS IS IT
“TRAVELING THE WORLD HAS BEEN A GREAT EDUCATION FOR ME AND IF THERE IS ONE INSIGHT I’VE HAD IT IS THAT WHEREVER YOU GO, IN EVERY COUNTRY…PEOPLE YEARN AND HUNGER FOR ONLY ONE THING, TO LOVE AND BE LOVED. LOVE TRANSCENDS INTERNATIONAL BOUNDARIES AND IT HEALS THE WOUNDS OF HATRED, RACIAL PREJUDICE, BIGOTRY AND IGNORANCE. IT IS THE ULTIMATE TRUTH AT THE HEART OF ALL CREATION.” taken from his acceptance speech for American Music Awards International Artist 1993 Michael Jackson
“Once every several centuries of mankind, God sends somebody special…a wake-up call…somebody to enlighten the people in the way to be…somebody to excite the people…somebody to bring people together. Michael Jackson was a gift from God that he sent to show people how to be, how to love.” Jonathan Moffett THIS IS IT 2009
MICHAEL, WE LOVE YOU MORE!
Thank you for sharing these beautiful thoughts with all of us. I am constantly amazed by all that you have learned in your journey. MJ touched so many lives in his brief time among us. How sad that he could not still be alive speading his message of love, hope, kindness, and caring. His music, videos, words, etc. will continue to inspire those who seek his truths. As I read what you have discovered, I am saddened that the media felt it necessary to paint a questionable picture of his character. People like you may be able to undo some of the damage. Keep writing! I love reading what inspires you and selfishly I hope I find some of that same inspiration for my own life.
Thank you Jude, for your beautiful words of Michael. You do so eloquently for all of us who feel exactly the same way. Michael is channeling through you.
AGAIN Jude…..you have written a beautiful piece. 🙂
So many of us see Michael for who He truly is…a messenger from God. He was sent here to remind us of what is important…our children, our planet, and ourselves. That truth is beyond reproach. Thank you for quoting my book here…it’s always a privilege to be included among your exquisite words! peace, light & MichaeLOVE, Michelle <3
Beautiful, beautiful dearest Jude. I am filling my tank with your words today. It is a healing process. So grateful to you, dear angel of light. Michael’s angels on Earth are drawn to him each time he laughs to bid us to some new project, some new writing, some new creation that he inspires. I love the way spirit works. This connects us forever and ever. 😉 Lots of “Tinkerbells” in this world… Pan is proud. 😉 I feel this.
Big hugs from Heaven (and me too) Hee hee
Wonderful!! Thank you Jude.
Those words of Michael’s; ‘Travelling the world has been a great education for me and if there has been one insight I ‘ve had, it is that wherever you go, in every country……’ are the start of a quote of his that I write in cards and leave them in random places wherever I go; like stations, restaurants, buses, trains. This was from an idea from a Michael fan, Marjolein from Holland. I hope people read them, and it makes a difference to change the world and people’s hearts.
How can I explain what I feel when I am reading this, Jude… My inner core is trembling all over, the compicated musicaltunes are playing in there, drums are beating, tears are rolling down my cheeks.. and here HE is.. my Angel appears right in front of me…He always was beside, not far..He never went away. He did light a bonfire for me long long ago.. and it is OH, Huge!