“WINGS WITHOUT ME”
Michael Jackson
DANCING THE DREAM
“It was August, and I was looking up at the sky. With one hand shielding my eyes, I made out a falcon soaring on the currents of hot swirling air. Higher and higher it spiraled, until with one unearthly shriek, it disappeared.
All at once I felt left behind. ‘Why did you grow wings without me?’ I mourned. Then my spirit said, ‘the falcon’s way is not the only way. Your thoughts are as free as any bird.’ So I shut my eyes and my spirit took off, spiraling as high as the falcon and then beyond, so that I was looking down over the whole earth. But something was wrong. Why did I feel so cold and alone?
‘You grew wings without me,’ my heart said. ‘What good is freedom without love?’ So I went quietly to the bed of a sick child and sang him a lullaby. He fell asleep smiling, and my heart took off, joining my spirit as it circled over the earth. I was free and loving, but still something was wrong.
‘You grew wings without me,’ my body said. ‘Your flights are only imagination.’ So I looked into books that I had ignored before and read about saints in every age who actually flew. In India, Persia, China, and Spain (even in Los Angeles!), the power of spirit has reached, not just into the heart, but into every cell of the body. ‘As if carried aloft by a great eagle,’ Saint Teresa said, ‘my ecstasy lifted me into the air.’
I began to believe in this amazing feat, and for the first time, I didn’t feel left behind. I was the falcon and the child and the saint. In my eyes their lives became sacred, and the truth came home: When all life is seen as divine, everyone grows wings.”http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iiyD2Erf3ek
Today,my early walk with Casey seemed to lack its usual spirituality. This week, life has been a challenge as my husband struggles with serious medical issues…he and I trying to summon courage as each day begins. Today, that courage was lacking and I found 
myself feeling weary and drained. Turning for home, a flock of crows swept by us, perching in nearby trees, noisily discussing the day ahead, their shiny black feathers glistening in the sun. I turned to check on Casey and noticed he had something black in his mouth. My patience running on empty, I scolded him and waved his pooper bag in front of him trying to distract him from eating whatever it was. GOOD LUCK WITH 
THAT! Amazingly enough, the object disappeared and we continued toward home when I realized that whatever it was now was attached to Casey’s leash. It was a beautiful black crow’s feather. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks as I accepted this message of hope.
Michael Jackson was and is God’s messenger for the modern age. He put teachable moments in all aspects of his work…words, sounds, music, visuals. Through movement, his body told stories. Hours after returning home, with the crow’s feather 
sitting at my writing station, I selected from Michael’s wisdom the article I wanted to send out into the world. Almost immediately, I received this: “It will all be turned around. Truth is stronger than lies-like an eagle is stronger than a mouse. It isn’t important to Michael the spirit that Michael the man is vindicated, as much as it is important that INNOCENCE and LOVE be vindicated. To have these intentions be SO misunderstood hurts not only man, but mankind.” Heaven Leigh
Michael, Heaven and The Crow’s Feather, all helped me summon courage for today. My thoughts have been freed…I went to my husband’s hospital bed with a renewed spirit of hope, I found a measure of truth and I took flight.
I leave you with this: PEOPLE WHO WERE LUCKY ENOUGH TO HAVE EXPERIENCED BEING NEAR HIM SAID THAT WHEN HE ENTERED INTO A ROOM, THE ROOM CHANGED. PEOPLE, CHILDREN FLOCKED TO MICHAEL. HIS LOVE FOR HUMANITY WAS EVIDENT IN THE WAY HE TREATED EVERY SINGLE PERSON HE MET. HE HAD NO EGO. HE WAS VERY HUMBLE. HE WAS A TEACHER WITH A MESSAGE. HE REACHED AND TOUCHED THE ENTIRE WORLD WITH HIS MUSIC. HIS BODY WAS A VESSEL THROUGH WHICH HE CHANNELED WHITE HOT ENERGY OF UNIVERSAL LOVE…THE LIFE FORCE OF GOD’S GLORY. HIS HAD EVERLASTING HOPE AND LOVE FOR MANKIND. HE WANTED EVERYONE TO SEE THIS CONNECTEDNESS, THIS BOND, THAT WE ALL SHARE WITH ONE ANOTHER, THE ANIMALS, THE TREES, EVERYTHING ON THE PLANET…THE MOON, STARS AND UNIVERSE. 
WE ARE ALL ONE.
I love you!
Jude
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Hmmmmm. Did I ever tell you, dearest, dearest Jude, that on June 5, 2011 when I visited Forest Lawn and Michael’s resting place for the second year in a row on this same date, that I found a most wondrous sign? It is something I often keep at my “writing station” to inspire me – or in a protected wooden box with a golden latch. It is the most beautiful shiny black feather I have ever found. From a crow. xoxoxox
Sending continued healing to your dear husband – and love and continued comfort and rejuvenation of HOPE to you. But it seems that someone else is already sending these things. 😉 LOVE you so much – more and more forever, ~H~ P.S. Good catch Casey! 😉
I am moved, dear Jude. It is difficult to read through your blog without shedding a tear or two. Not only for the words that you speak of Michael from your heart, but the words that echo from my heart. Thank you once again.
This piece of writing is touching…MJ sends Us all signs from up above for sure. I experienced that. To read tHIS gives me goosebumps. We are ALL One in His LOVE, connected by Him, He made Us change for the better (He did it to me….). Our Guidance. A white feather next to His frame here and my daddy standing there too. Two men who taught me Empathy…thanX Jude…and Heaven AND Casey :). Marry
This is so beautifully written, dear Jude. We are praying for Tom’s healing and return to health. When you talk about the struggle, it brought tears to my eyes. I love how you find the good always and trust that Michael will renew your hope. Your ability to express such genuine love is amazing. I am so thankful that Michael’s life of love gives us all hope. Blessings to you and Tom! We love you!
Jude, I am touched by your blog. Sending healing thoughts for the both of you…all 3 of you actually, cause our furry and feathered friends are part of our family too. The week you described is the week I have been having….for about 7-8 days now. Every single afternoon I have a splitting headache. I feel grumpy. I feel tired. I feel…yuck and lost. It started before the 25th…so thought little of it. I chalked it up to my daughter being on her trip, then meeting her “internet friend” of 5 years, blah, blah, blah. But I always find solice in Michael’s words each night before bed as I lay in the dark listening to Michael’s words. Lately I especially have been finding comfort in LOVE NEVER FELT SO GOOD (original version). I LOVE hearing His voice, finger snaps, breaths, and chuckles. It reminds me that even though my daughter is growing up and eventually away from me…and my mom is “growing up” and away from me in a different way…LOVE NEVER FELT SO GOOD!
I love finding bird feathers as signs. When McKenzie and I were picking up her friend last week at the airport, as we walked through the parking lot I found the most perfect feather from a Blue Jay. I picked it up and knew it was meant as a “hello” to this east coast, Marine, friend of hers. I’d had a little apprehension before…a 5-year-long internet friendship…really??? However, finding the feather was a good sign for me. After we all hugged and said hello, I opened his hand and said welcome to Louisiana and gave him the feather. 🙂 Birds represent freedom and spirituality. Your sweet doggy found just the sign you needed at just the right time. Good for him! 🙂 You needed that. Thank-you for sharing this story with us.
Dear Michael…..I miss you sooooooo much! One day I will see you again, that will be the very best day! Until then I will continue to write about you and post your performances!! Love you very much! Dianne