Week of February 19 through February 26, 2011
Michael, I’ve got to ask you about something. Would you talk to me a little bit about your love for your fans … and their love for you? Some of my friends have been … uh … doubting whether your love for your fans is real … kinda wondering if what they are feeling could possibly be true. I know you’ve warned us about doubt of this kind before in these conversations. Would you talk to me about that relationship?
Sure, what do you want to know?
Well, I’ve read both of the Rabbi’s books, now and I was shocked at how he tried to convince you that our love for you wasn’t … I don’t know … enough, I guess would be the right way to say it. He thought it was a kind of cold and impersonal relationship; he didn’t understand how deeply you had entered into our lives and our hearts. And I know that there were other people in your life that tried to belittle the relationship you had with your fans.
Yeah, lots of them. No one can understand a thing like that unless they’ve lived my life … walked in my shoes … experienced it themselves.
Would you mind talking to me about this subject? I know in our first conversations, you explained how our love sustained you through difficult times and how you felt our concern and our prayers for your safety and physical well-being … wrapped them around you to shield you from some of the difficult things you had to go through. You had a special relationship with us, to say the least. You described us as your ‘children’ in our first dialog.
Yes, that’s how I feel about all of you … you are all my children. “Our love’s a sacred thing.” [Michael sings this line.] It always has been, but I didn’t always realize it. I suppose it started when I was just a kid out there singing and dancing my heart out. I had come from backstage where my father was telling us, “Don’t mess up,” and “You never disappoint the fans.” And he would have this really scary look in his eyes … very stern … and we knew that if we didn’t give it everything we had, he would just tear us up when the show was over. I was scared to death … to the point of tears. I could never understand why he had to be so uncaring and just plain mean. I understand better now … and I forgive him, please understand that … but at the time I was just a baby and I didn’t know what I know now.
Then, we’d run out onto the stage and hit this wall of L.O.V.E. that the fans were generating … there’s no other way to describe it. Backstage the atmosphere was tense and closed and tight and you could hardly breathe for the fear … it was oppressive. But, out there on stage it was bright and open and light and the air that filled your lungs was clear and healing.
I don’t think my brothers felt it the same way that I did. For me, it was like running through a shower of love and security and acceptance that just hovered over the atmosphere in the place and rained down on me … all the fear and anger was just washed away in those moments. It was a very spiritual thing, but I didn’t know anything about spiritual at the time. It was like God holding you in the palm of his hand and telling you everything is going to be all right … as if an angel’s wings had embraced me … covered me from head to toe and shielded me from all harm … and nothing could ever hurt me again. I felt … I don’t know … that I was safe when I was out there with all of you. I felt that no one could belittle … or frighten me … or hurt me when you were there. There was a ‘cosmic connection’ between us and I guess it started back then … and it never changed. I was so grateful to you for bathing me in that aura … for shielding me from the situations and people that caused me fear!
I remember a couple of times, he would slap me really, really hard … as hard as he could … hard enough to leave a hand print on my cheek … and I would cry … and he would push me out in front of you with tears rolling down my face to shame me in front of all of you. I just wanted to die! But it backfired on him. [Michael giggles.] The fans out front didn’t know what was going on … they hadn’t seen him slap me. They just saw me … and their souls reached out to me with this aura of LOVE … embraced me in spirit … comforted me and told me not to be afraid … and I wasn’t shamed! I was uplifted, instead. He couldn’t see it or feel it, but I could. And I would look back at him and see him standing backstage with that scary look on his face … and I just knew that he couldn’t reach me where I was … basking in all of your love.
Some people are more sensitive to invisible energies … auras … that surround them. But I know we’ve all experienced this … when you walk into a room and the atmosphere in the place just makes you itch and you need to get the heck out of there right away … or a place you’ve never been before embraces and comforts you and welcomes you. In me, this phenomenon was magnified enormously. I was blessed with an almost physical sensitivity to auras … both positive and negative … that the emotions of others generated. They affected me physically. It was a blessing … and like most blessings it carried its own curse. When I was frightened or face-to-face with cruelty or hatred or bigotry, I would get physically ill … or faint. When I was in the arms of Music … or in your arms … or dancing, I felt like I could fly … I was Superman! This sensitivity made me more susceptible to pain and anger and bigotry … but it also magnified love and hope and faith. So, I am grateful for it.
With your physical sight, you can’t see how your emotions fill the air around you … the fog of fear and doubt that your uncontrolled negative emotions hang over you. We talked about that before. By the same token, you don’t see the clarity that LOVE and faith produce … how they push those clouds away and let the sun enlighten your heart and spirit. It’s like being out on a beautiful, sunny day in a sudden cloudburst of warm, gentle rain … and you lift up your head and spin in a circle and close your eyes and say ‘thank you … it’s so beautiful’ as the rain is drenching you with healing. It’s so uplifting! Hard to describe, though. I see the clarity of love, now … it is a physical thing and it has physical effects on the people and the places it touches. You saw some of that … in the pictures you’ve seen of Neverland; you commented on it in earlier conversations.
Did you ever try to explain this relationship to the people around you who were belittling it? I mean, I know that I read your explanation to the Rabbi, but I also felt his total disregard for what you were trying to tell him. It seemed like he took everything you said and gave it a different, more materialistic spin from what you intended. I find it amazing that you were so much more enlightened in spiritual matters than he was … and he was supposed to be the spiritual mentor. He was more religious, perhaps, but he didn’t know spiritual from squat. You should have been mentoring him! Did you try to talk to anyone else about it?
Sure. Absolutely. I even tried to explain it in interviews. But no one else can understand a thing like that because no one else had that hyper-sensitivity to emotional auras that I had. No one else was aware of the under currents I was trying to describe. Most people only see everything on the surface … like the tip of the iceberg … ninety-percent of an iceberg is under the water, did you know that? It was like I was living on another planet. When I tried to talk about it … it was like the ninety-percent of what I was trying to describe to the other person … didn’t exist … like only I was aware of it, ya know?
Yes, beloved, I know exactly what you’re trying to say, but I’m not surprised no one understood you. Our world gives little attention to the spiritual. Most of us wouldn’t recognize spiritual if it came up and bit us in the butt.
[Michael giggles.] That’s why I would walk the streets late at night and try to find someone to talk to … someone who could understand what I was trying to say. There wasn’t anyone … really … who I could talk to about it. My brothers … all they wanted to do was get in the fans’ pants. They felt it, but they didn’t know how to interpret it … so, they viewed it from the ‘what can I get out of this’ standpoint. They were so like my father in that! I viewed it from the ‘what can I give them in return for their gift to me’ standpoint. There was a huge gap between us. They so totally didn’t understand where I was coming from when I tried to explain how I felt … it was amazing. And I was surprised by that because they had been there the whole time with me … had gone through all the same experiences with me at their side. But they didn’t have the same sensitivity to the emotional and spiritual atmosphere that I did. Dunk (Janet) came closest to being able to understand me, but even she had trouble sometimes.
I was really a Stranger in a Strange Land in so many ways. Did you ever read that classic science fiction novel by Heinlein? The character in his story came very close to describing me and how I felt. This world killed him, too.
Yes, beloved … it’s been years since I read it, but I so totally agree with you. John Smith, I think his name was, reflected you very well.
As I got older and started to experience some of the things that all kids experience in their teenage years, I had no one to talk to about it. My brothers all had a very cold and exploitative attitude toward sexual matters … and you can’t talk to your parents about those feelings … it just doesn’t work. The changes that all kids go through with hormones really confused and frightened me. Most kids talk about stuff like that with their friends, but I didn’t have any friends, really. Who do you go up to and say stuff like, “Something happened to me this morning and I don’t understand it. Why did this happen?” I later learned that there was a name for what I was experiencing … it was called a ‘wet dream’ … but at the time I thought there was something wrong with me … or that I had wet the bed. I didn’t know all boys go through that during puberty. It scared me! I couldn’t ask my mother about it. I would have died of embarrassment. She would have died of embarrassment. And my brothers were hopeless with stuff like that. You would think that with five brothers, such things would not be a problem. That wasn’t true in my case. They would have found a way to make me feel even worse about it … to belittle or tease me or shame me. And we won’t even mention trying to talk to my father about it! That was so not going to happen! So, what do you do? You try to find out … read about it … research it and find out what’s going on. It would’ve been so much easier to have had a friend to talk to about this stuff … someone who could have reassured me that I was ‘normal’ if there is such a thing.
Did you know that there were millions of us who would have given their left lungs to have been walking around Hayvenhurst on those nights? So many of us wanted to be your friend.
Yeah … I know that now … but at the time I thought there must be something intrinsically wrong with me. When you’re a teenager, you don’t think that it’s the entire world out there that’s wrong … or that your particular circumstances make you unique … you think that the problem is with you. It’s that inferiority thing that all teenagers battle. But I didn’t know that. I just knew that I was different … and different in our culture means ‘wrong.’
Later … around Off the Wall and Thriller … I just felt that I needed to hide myself away … that I was so different that no one would ever love me just for myself … that I would always be trapped in this ‘Michael Jackson’ superstar persona that no one could ever really relate to. And they started writing all these freakish stories about me that just reinforced all those feelings that it was me that was all wrong … that I, somehow, didn’t belong here.
But then, I would go out and people would flock to be close to me. It was such a contradiction! How does a young, inexperienced man reconcile a contradiction like that? On one visit to Disney World, John and I were almost trampled by people trying to get close to me. John was really scared! He couldn’t understand how I could be calm. I tried to explain that they were fans who just wanted to be close to me … to touch me. When Security rushed us into a limo and whisked us out of there … I could feel his fear. I just smiled at him. At that point, I didn’t even try to explain anymore because I knew by this time that no one else could feel the love. All they could feel was the frenzy and it scared them. I felt the LOVE … it was a physical sensation … a whiplash effect … and I wanted to stand there and be over-run with it … to reach out and hug every one of those people who were rushing toward us.
Then the BAD Tour … and I got to experience you all again after being separated from you for a while. Oh my God, the LOVE that rose up from those stadium floors where all of you were dancing and holding hands and screaming my name … and hovered in the air above the stadiums while I was performing … I can’t even begin to describe it. It brings tears to my eyes, even now! You were absolutely right in our last conversation. That much love erupting from so many hearts charges something in the air and I was so sensitive to that charge … or whatever feeling that was … ahhhh … I wanted to bathe in it! I wanted to give you everything I had … wanted to kick higher and spin longer and sing my love for you to the rafters. I never wanted to go back to the hotel room where I was trapped.
I could feel all of you outside through the walls and windows. It was like your love floated up to me on the oxygen or something. There were times when I wouldn’t show myself at the window for a while and I could feel your worry for me, so I would pull back the curtains and look out and you would all jump and scream that you loved me. It was so beautiful!
So, I started trying to communicate with you by throwing little notes written on hotel stationary … or hotel linens … I didn’t care. I would come downstairs and send Bill or Wayne out to bring a few of you in at a time so that we could be together for a few minutes and just hold each other. Most of you were so sweet and shy … asking me if it was okay to get a hug or to touch my hand. There was a sense of gratitude and love and faith in me that was just staggering to me because I thought you didn’t even know me. You would bring me gifts … drawings and posters and scrapbooks and things that you had created for me … and I would be so touched by that … just to think that you had put so much effort to please me! Then, there were a few of you who would grab me and throw yourselves at me in a very aggressive sexual way. I was so shy about stuff like that! I didn’t know how to handle that at all. I didn’t see it then as clearly as I see it now. Now, I think it’s beautiful as I’ve told you earlier … but, then, I found it terribly embarrassing … and would signal Bill or Wayne to get them off of me. [Michael giggles.]
We had games that we played … you and I. For example, when I would have to go out to shop for toys or something, I would usually send Bill or Wayne out to clear the area so that I could accept a few gifts or hugs from you. But, if I was in a hurry, I would put on a disguise and we played the disguise game … who could penetrate Michael’s disguise fastest? … or the ‘who can get to the right shop first’ game? When there was a really serious reason for me to go out … a hospital or orphanage visit … I had a disguise that I knew you all saw through instantly … a black burqa … but you never followed me then. It was our signal that I was on a mission and couldn’t be delayed. You always knew that I would appreciate you letting me get this done … and we would get together later. When I returned to the hotel, I would send signed pictures or notes … or paper airplanes … sailing out the windows of the hotel … or send out food or something.
Sure, there were times when I was forced to run … or climb fences … or get on the roof of the cars transporting me from place to place … to avoid being trampled by too many of you at once. There were also really scary times when I was so afraid some of you would get hurt … like that time when the plate glass window cracked and there was a woman who had passed out and I tried to get you all to move back before the window collapsed. But, for the most part, you respected me enough to make sure that no one got seriously hurt in the crushes. And I so appreciated that!
Our relationship was like a good wine … it developed over time … aged and ripened. It was like an old-fashioned courtship ritual … it started with just learning about each other from a distance but … as time passed … became very intimate … not in the way that the world thinks of as intimate … overtly sexual … but as God thinks of intimate. There was always a very spiritual quality to it. When I was younger, I didn’t understand that because little kids don’t think in those terms; they take stuff like that for granted. But, as I got older … I noticed it more and more. I had always had a kinda other-worldly relationship with Music … we talked about that before in earlier conversations. As the years went by, my relationship with all of you … and your relationship with me … mirrored the same kind of invisible, but definitely felt, quality … a cosmic connection.
It made me curious about spiritual stuff. In my efforts to try to understand what was happening, I started reading about spiritual traditions around the world. Eastern thought gives much more significance to the kinds of spiritual and emotional attachments and connections I was feeling and not understanding. The western world is so much more materialistic than the Oriental philosophies. And philosophical readings led me to history because the two fields of study are so interconnected. I was always curious and loved to research and learn. So, my relationship with all of you pushed me to investigate what was happening and broadened my outlook on life so much.
Isn’t it funny that many of us felt the same way … were curious about the same thing … wondered how we could be so deeply and irretrievably invested in a man we had never even met … investigated in the same way? And when we didn’t find the answers we needed, we brushed aside what the world was telling us was true because we just had this spiritual ‘knowing’ about you. They couldn’t shake that ‘knowing’ loose with all their ridiculous stories and ‘freakish’ meanderings. I experienced the same kind of curiosity after viewing the Bucharest Dangerous telecast. I was driven to know more … to find out who you were … there was a compulsion that I couldn’t explain at the time … and still can’t.
No, not funny! A Plan! God works in mysterious ways His wonders to perform. Without that curiosity on your part, the next part of our personal story wouldn’t have unfolded the way it did. You saved my sanity with that telegram. Things kinda went south after that until Elizabeth arrived, but your telegram in Singapore kept me breathing until she could get there. I just wanted to die of shame. I stopped eating … Elizabeth had to spoon feed me to keep me alive.
The first set of allegations happened … and something changed. Many of you started to pray for me to be strong. I FELT THAT! Our love changed from the love that a fan feels for an idol … to the love a friend feels for someone he really cares about. So many of you sent me spiritual support; I felt your prayers for me. That hyper-sensitivity to the invisible auras you were projecting made it possible for me to know somewhere deep inside me that you were there … holding me close in your hearts and in your thoughts and prayers. In your case, it was an angel to accompany me and shield me from the hatefulness that you sensed all around me.
At that point, I had to admit that a lot of you knew me. I didn’t know how that was possible, but I knew it. I mean … with all the trash they were writing about me I’m surprised anyone would take the time to investigate on their own. You had researched and found out about the hospital and orphanage visits … and you had listened to the lyrics with open hearts … and you had read Moonwalk and Dancing the Dream. You knew my heart and you knew that there was no way that I could have harmed that child or any child in the ways they were describing. You all invited me into your hearts and I knew that it wasn’t just Michael Jackson, the superstar, you cared about, then. I knew that you loved me for who I was and something in me just opened up. But everyone just kept trying to convince me that it was ‘idol worship’ … that it wasn’t real … and that fans are fickle and vacillate from love one day to hatred the next. I didn’t believe them then … and I don’t believe that now.
It was sometime between the HIStory and Invincible releases that I realized that we were sharing a ‘love consciousness’ of each other … that cosmic connection I mentioned before became more solidified. It wasn’t just a “me … me … me” thing anymore. We were actually able to sense each other, somehow. Like when you saw me pacing in my hotel room in Bangkok. There was no way you could have seen that … you were in your home in the U.S. You had never had any kind of vision or psychic experience before, but you saw me in your mind’s eye. What was so remarkable about that is that you didn’t just ignore it … you believed in it … you knew what you had seen was real … and you acted on it! You didn’t talk yourself out of it.
Ah, beloved … truth be told … I tried … but that vision would NOT leave me alone! It wouldn’t go away like an obedient little puppy. Every time I closed my eyes, it was there waiting for me. Every time I wasn’t absorbed by something else, it snuck up behind me and smacked me right between the eyes. You were incorrigible! And tenacious! Finally, I knew I had to do something when I was driving home and that slow car in front of me was annoying me so much until I read the license plate! ‘Jaxson!’ Dang, baby! That was a ‘body rush’ that would have measured 10.8 on the Richter scale! I was just stupefied … and figured somebody was trying to tell me something … and I better start listening!
[Michael laughs.] We shared a ‘soul connection’ that made you conscious of my state of mind and my need for you. And you responded with that telegram. Who could understand something like that unless they had experienced it themselves?
It was also at this time that I began to realize the importance of that ‘love consciousness’ or ‘higher consciousness’ or ‘cosmic connection’ or whatever you want to call it … how it could change the world we live in if enough of us could put ourselves fully into that awareness … to accept it and embrace it.
From that time on, I knew a new sense of purpose. I saw what the world could be if everyone was joined in the same way that we were joined. And that’s when I really became ‘dangerous’ to the forces of materialism and me-ism which hold this world in their grip. That knowledge of higher purpose took me out of the category of ‘pop star’ and ‘entertainer’ and put me into an entirely different category. I knew that we … all of you and I … were on the verge of a major break-through in human consciousness and that if we were joined together … all of us working toward a common purpose … that symphony we talked about so much in our earlier dialogs … there was nothing we couldn’t do. The world views this stuff as ‘impossible.’
It was like everyone trying to convince me that we couldn’t sell 100 million copies of the Thriller album … or accomplish the lean in Smooth Criminal … or all the things they told me were impossible. I knew what could be done. It was the same thing with our relationship. I knew. I couldn’t explain it to anyone else, but I knew … and that made all the difference in the world. From that point on, We Are One. I sang it! I danced it! I wrapped all of you around me like invisible armor … it was like I told you before. You were my foundation … my invincibility … my strength.
You told me earlier that during the trial, we were your reason for going on … that you didn’t want to disappoint us … and that you wrapped our love and prayers and faith around you every day.
Yes, that’s true. Karen and Bush would arrive early in the morning to help me get prepared. And we would all kneel down and pray for me to have the strength to get through the day. I knew that the hatred and deceit in that courtroom would make me physically ill. But I also knew that those of you who could be were already there at the courthouse waiting for us to arrive. I could feel your love reaching out to me … to lift me above what I had to listen to day in and day out.
Usually, the ride to the courthouse was a silent one. I would sit with my head back against the back of the seat and my eyes closed … and breathe in your love … and your prayers … and your faith in me … I don’t know any other way of describing it. There’s a phrase in the bible … “gird your loins” … meaning to draw strength and fortitude and determination … that’s what that time in the car was for. I would gird my loins to face what they were saying about me … push the pain away to experience later … and assume the aspect of the gentle warrior so that I could walk into that building with some dignity and hold my head up. I would pray that I wouldn’t disappoint you … that I could remain strong for you … that I would keep my dignity and not shame you. And I drew the strength that I needed to do that from all of you … those of you outside the courthouse as well as those of you watching from afar … from your prayers and your faith and your love. If you could only know how you lifted me up.
I had always known that we shared something special … some kind of very personal, spiritual connection, but until I got to this side of life, I didn’t understand it intellectually. Now, that I am here, I see it … and feel it … it is the air I breathe … my every thought and prayer. I am so grateful to all of you. God bless you!
One of my friends … and one of your friends from the HIStory Tour days … wondered how you missed seeing the deceitfulness in Gavin. She was talking about this just the other day. She says that when she saw Gavin on television, she knew immediately that he was trouble.
When I met Gavin, he was a boy who only had a few weeks to live. His parents had been told to begin making arrangements for his funeral! I met him on the phone, really and we would talk for hours. I would call him from wherever I was and encourage him to keep fighting his cancer and taught him how to visualize the cancer cells being gobbled up by the PacMan cells. When we met face-to-face, he was a very sick child in a wheelchair … bald … weak … undersized … and the effects of his chemo made him very ill. He was a sweet, open, caring, loving boy with a terminal illness. After he had visited Neverland a couple of times, he began to get better and I was so grateful.
By the time of the Bashir interview, almost two years later (which is when your friend probably saw him on television), the child had changed dramatically. For one thing, he was two years older when he had been told that he would be dead within a few weeks. He was very much more under the influence of his mother … and his mother always made me uncomfortable. There was something in her eyes that I couldn’t identify. He and his brother felt they had a right to my home and my person. His cancer had gone into remission and he had gained strength and was more the size a boy his age should be. He had kinda taken over Neverland and he and his family began to feel a sense of entitlement to being there … and to me. I saw the changes and tried to have my people deal with them more than me dealing with them myself. I didn’t want them kicked out … I just didn’t want to deal with his mother, particularly.
The difference between the two Gavins … the one that I met and the one that your friend saw on television … was night and day. He and his brother had become so much more aggressive in their dealings with my staff and with Neverland. Instead of being grateful … they saw it all as if they had a right to it. They had trashed their room a couple of times. I tried to have Frank talk to them … and they resented that I had sent Frank instead of me going myself … paying as much attention as I had paid to Gavin when he was so ill. They were very clinging … wanted me with them all the time and would get very pushy and jealous if I spent time with anyone else … never wanted to leave … and Janet would tell me she was afraid to go home because her ex was very abusive to her and the children. They enjoyed playing guilt trips on me. They had become very possessive of me and my life and my home. I didn’t want them harmed, so I allowed them to stay, but the situation often became awkward because my staff were instructed to always be kind with the children who came to visit me. And Gavin and his brother needed a stronger hand by that time.
I always wanted to see the best in people … never wanted to believe that someone could be so hurtful and deceitful to a person who had cared so deeply about them … always believed in the innate goodness of human nature. I don’t regret that. And I would never take back the healing that Gavin experienced at Neverland. He has an entire lifetime in which he could do a lot of good in the world, if he would just open his heart to the truth and allow that truth to lead him into a better life. While he is alive, the hope that will happen lives with him. I pray for that every day … not for myself, but for him. Living with that kind of deceit takes a terrible toll on the soul … and the longer the charade is played, the harder it is to recover from the lies. I pray … for his sake … that he lives the truth in the long run. Truth must win!
We pray for that day to come, too, beloved.
Good. Never give in to hate. It is so very harmful! And I don’t want to see you … any of you … hurt like that.
Jan – February 25, 2011