May 21 through May 28, 2011
Well, my Dear One … I am happy to report that the beautiful planet you so love is still here … and I am still here … and all your children are still here … at least, the ones that I am in contact with.
And I’m happy to report that I’m still here … now … will you please explain to me what that was all about? [Michael chuckles.]
Oh, sorry! Well there were reports that Saturday, May 21 of 2011 was going to be the day the world ended and several hundred thousand people were supposed to be raptured … ascended … on that day. But, then, when the day came and went without incident, the pastor who had predicted the end of times admitted that he had made a mistake in his calculations by five months, so the date for the end of everything is now October 21, 2011.
The reason this event so caught my attention was because of a news story that I saw on CNN about a group of people, some of whom had sold all their possessions and taken their children out of school and hopped in their rides to herald this particular ‘doomsday.’ They had formed a caravan of cars and trucks and were crossing the country preaching for everyone to repent and prepare.
Now that you are an Ascended Master, which in my religion you are, can you shed any light on these predictions?
No. I have no knowledge of when … or if … the end of the world will occur. And I don’t really think that our Heavenly Father wants us to sit around and stare at the clouds awaiting or anticipating that event with either fear or glee. I think He’d much rather see us working toward preventing it by coming together as one people to help those families who recently lost their homes in Missouri or those who are still suffering from the tsunami in Japan; relieving the world of the burden of war and famine or re-establishing the Garden of Eden by loving our planet back to the health and vitality with which she was endowed by our Creator and which we’ve stolen in our haste … and our greed … and our headlong recklessness.
No one can make an accurate prediction of when … or if … the world will end. Endings are not God’s specialty; She’s much more in touch with beginnings, especially when those beginnings are encoded with love and hope and faith. And something to keep in mind, here … even when or if the world ends … you DON’T … just like I haven’t. None of us ends, the energy that we are goes on to new experiences and greater achievement and more complete union with all that is or ever will be.
Yes, but … Beloved … it’s pretty unusual for a re-birthed person to remain so engaged in our physical world that at least thousands, if not millions, of us are aware of your presence in our daily lives. There are many of us who meditate with you on a daily basis and feel your kiss within their souls. Others are hearing your voice through the music you left us. Still others are feeling your presence more strongly through creating art and organizing major global prayer vigils on a regular basis, writing poetry, speaking with you. I mean, I don’t think I’ve ever heard of anyone remaining so involved in the day-to-day affairs of so many of his ‘loved ones’ after becoming immortal.
It’s a phenomenon of great significance for humankind as a whole as well as for all of us … as individuals … who are experiencing it. Can you explain why and how you are so alive to those we’ve been calling your ‘children’ in this series?
I have explained that many, many times in this series of Conversations … in a variety of different ways … but I will explain again.
Because I love you more than you will ever know. I’ve told you this over and over again during the physical side of my life. It is still true! As a matter of fact, it is even truer now than it was then. And I have enormous faith in every single one of you … much more than you have in yourselves.
Because you have needed my continued presence to understand my leaving in the context of a greater perspective … a more Eternal view … and, based on that understanding, to re-commit to our mission … our symphony. You are all still engaged in and committed to your individual human experiences and, as a result, you couldn’t see the forest for the trees … or the mission for your grief and shock and sadness. Your commitment to our shared dream (what we have referred to as a ‘phenomenon’ of unprecedented scope and proportion in previous conversations in this series) is of paramount importance to its manifestation in your physical reality which, up until now, has displayed little or no interest in creating a unified world in which every individual has the opportunity to become what his or her imagination is capable of envisioning. We are committed to changing this between us … you and I … together. We Are One!
Because while my physical life has drawn to a close, my vision is not complete until there is no child in the world who dies because of hunger or abuse or war or neglect, where each is cherished for his or her unique gifts and in which the individual is respected as an important, integral part of a larger whole.
Because my contract is not fulfilled until our beautiful planet is released from ‘intensive care,’ removed from the ‘endangered species’ list, and is no longer in a ‘life-support’ mode of terminal illness. Mother Earth needs all of us to be aware of her critical condition and to do whatever we can to mend the wounds we have caused so that she can continue to provide everything we need to sustain our lives … and hers.
And, finally, because so very many of you are ready to accept promptings from the world of spirit … where we are all ONE always (even, perhaps especially during, our respective physical incarnations) … because of your love for me or for whatever reason … not with fear (as such things have been viewed in the past) but with acceptance and gratitude for my continued presence. You have opened your hearts and allowed my touch to transform your living.
Those are the whys … the how is a bit more complicated but it has a great deal to do with my faith in you … and even more to do with your faith in me.
Well, among many of my friends, it is being described as “The Lightning Bolt Experience.”
[Michael laughs.] I can just see that … like in a comic book … Dell or something … with bubbles up above each of your heads containing your reactions … “eek” or “zap” … or how about this … “You’ve been hit by … You’ve been struck by a Smooth Criminal.” [He sings these last words.]
[Jan laughs.] Yeah, I would expect you to find that somewhat amusing, but it is an apt description of what many of your children have experienced. Many of us were only made aware of how you had infiltrated our lives at the moment of your departure. Others had flung the doors and windows wide open throughout all the decades of your career. It doesn’t seem to matter when or how we became aware. The common thread in so many of the descriptions of this ‘lightning bolt’ experience seems to be the spiritual connection that was initiated by that strike and the continuing ‘pulses’ of change that have occurred within our lives resulting from that connection.
You have penetrated into all the little hidden nooks and crannies in our hearts until there isn’t an area of our lives that remains untouched or a memory or resentment that is left untransformed by your loving presence. It’s MAGIC … alchemy in the truest, purest sense of the term … and we are so grateful.
A friend of mine has asked me what my experience with you has taught me. I posted a partial listing of the many, many things I have learned through the years of my love affair with you, Beloved, in an earlier post on this website entitled Is That Scary for You, Baby (November 1, 2010) and I am republishing that partial list here.
To love without ego;
To give endlessly without fanfare;
To perform miracles without acknowledgment;
To be strong through unspeakable adversity;
To consistently relay a message without buckling to peer pressure;
To live an exemplary life of service though hounded and pursued by malevolent forces;
To set goals and achieve the impossible;
To adhere to the strictest standards of excellence in every aspect of life;
To become one with the music, allowing it to have its way in the act of creating itself;
To lift up those less fortunate;
To stand with pride in the face of ridicule;
To be courageous in the face of hatred;
To retain an innocent sense of wonder in the midst of rampant societal cynicism;
To be hugely gifted yet remain humble;
To be beautiful while reflecting the world’s ugliness;
To be in this world while not being of this world;
To remain the person God intended against all odds;
To bring soulfulness into every moment of life; and,
To be a spiritual being having a human experience.
And in Installment #17, we talked about all the things I learned as a result of writing my book.
Another friend has composed a poster based on the idea “Everything I Need to Know, I Learned from Michael Jackson” and she has given me her permission to display her poster as part of this Conversation.
Have you responded to your friend’s request, yet?
No, not yet. I’m having a lot of trouble choosing just one of the above. I can’t decide if I should use one of them … or something completely new.
Beloved, my life is so completely changed … perhaps, not in the exterior trappings … but in the inner, spiritual reality in which I now draw breath … since you entered my heart in 1992 … and again in 2009. My view of spirituality (as opposed to religion) has become so much more solidified and firmly embedded into my belief system; I can’t even think of spirituality without thinking of you. In my heart, mind and spirit, the words spirituality and Michael Jackson are synonymous.
You have brought God to life for me in so many ways.
Awww! God bless you! But I think you are giving me credit I don’t deserve again!
No, baby … God Bless You Always! And … no, I’m not!
Don’t get me wrong, Michael. I was aware of God before (one has to be aware of God growing up as a good Catholic girl and enduring 12 years of Catholic education.) I was always fascinated with mysticism and spirituality, but they were always abstract ideas rather than concrete, real possibilities to which human beings could aspire, strive toward and actually achieve through backbreaking effort and heartrending drive.
Before you entered my life, I didn’t think a book written more than two thousand years ago … or a Man who walked in poverty and died a violent death … could possibly have any relevance to the modern, sophisticated, technological age. How could the outmoded ideals of a Man who owned one pair of sandals speak to the street-smart, savvy citizen of a capitalistic 21st Century? What of import and relevance could He, with one cloak to His name and outdated ideas of economic solvency, have to say to someone struggling with paying taxes and raising children and being bombarded by the games people play? What meaning could a concept like abstinence possibly have to a post-free love culture in which sexual activity has become a right-of-passage almost at the onset of puberty, an expression of personal freedom and independence … even a weapon in the most violent of our young people? How can our modern society relate to the concept of self-sacrifice when in our vernacular it means nothing more than foregoing candy during Lent?
And then you came into my life. You lived the words of that book on the world stage in full, glorious view of the entire planet with style, panache, humor, innocence and humanity. You walked the steps that Man had walked with grace, compassion, humility and humor. You spoke the same words the book contained with more feeling, more meaning and more depth than any printed page can render. You brought the book … to life with your example. You brought the Man into our modern world with your wit and charm, you gave Him a presence that had been denied Him by the passage of time.
You sang and danced your way across an entire planet … and into our hearts … showing us all how to interpret words we had heard all our lives from our parents and Sunday school teachers and pastors in new ways by visiting sick children in every city you visited … not once … not even twice … but every time you went on tour, by giving the entire proceeds of a world tour (millions of dollars) to charities and hospitals and orphanages in every city you visited, by singing about our world and how to heal it … and ourselves.
You embodied God’s Love and when you reached your arms out on all those thousands of stages, you said, “Yes, please use me,” to your Higher Power and embraced an entire ecosystem within their span! And we all felt that embrace regardless of how far removed we were from those stages in either time or space. You personified … and continue to personify … God’s Plan for His human children and brought that Plan up-to-date in a way that I couldn’t even have imagined before you entered my heart. Thank you!
No, thank you and God bless you! [Michael’s voice contains tears.] Now, look what you’ve gone and done! You got me all choked up.
I think that I’m going to have to choose that lesson to write about for my friend because it is so important and has such sweeping consequences for my life … and for the world.
But I could also write that I learned that there is LIFE after life from you … because without that lesson, we wouldn’t be sitting here talking about what I learned from Michael Jackson. It’s a mystery that mankind has been trying to unravel since time immemorial and there are times when I feel that I’ve got a lock on that one! [LOL!]
Or I could probably fill an entire book on the concept of ‘living without limits.’
Living without limits, huh?
Yes, and I think it is an idea that we could all take lessons from you on; you were such a pure, shining example of living without limits, Beloved.
I can’t see how my life could have taught you that lesson; I was always limited. When I started out, I was told what to say, how to dress, how to answer questions, how to walk and talk and comb my hair. I was caged in hotel rooms, unable to move freely anywhere in the world from a very young age, surrounded by bodyguards and the ever-present paparazzi every move I made.
Ah, but in your heart and in your imagination you were the freest bird on this planet, My Beautiful Love. You saw something that everyone told you was impossible … and because they said it was impossible … you had to conquer it. The Thriller album, the Thriller short film, the lean in Smooth Criminal, Neverland Valley Ranch, you did them … you did them all … beautifully, gracefully, and made the doing appear effortless.
Literally, everyone in the world tried to define you according to what they saw, but you remained the person you wanted to be against all odds and peer pressures that were brought to bear. Even their weapons of mass communication couldn’t make you veer from the course that you had set for yourself. The ‘experts’ diagnosed you with not one, but two diseases, either of which could have been debilitating to anyone else in the world; but you didn’t allow their diagnoses to define you. You were not Vitiligo; you were not Lupus; you ARE Michael Jackson. You pushed against the limits they had set for you with every performance and step you danced and every song you sang.
When you started performing, you broke through the barriers that the world expected of a child performer; you sang each song with emotion that no one thought a child could possibly express with any believability. As you got older, the music industry told you that you would lose your voice when it changed, but you breezed through that one without breaking a sweat. As a young man, you wanted to create the biggest selling album in history and your colleagues tried to dissuade you from that dream; they didn’t want you to be disappointed if the album didn’t meet your expectations, but you did it in spades. By the time of BAD, you were at the top of your game, but they were still telling you that what you wanted to do was impossible; you showed them! I just have one question. Didn’t they realize that telling you something couldn’t be done was just like lighting a match under a pile of dried leaves? ‘Can’t” and ‘impossible’ were words that were just totally meaningless in your vocabulary … or used as goads to spur greater achievement.
I hope you don’t mind me quoting a song that you didn’t write, sing or perform … but which in my opinion was written with you in mind … even though it was written before your advent on the music scene. I see you so much in the lyrics; and it is a perfect example of ‘living without limits.’ It was written for a play called Man of La Mancha and it speaks to me so much of you, Beloved.
To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear the unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go
To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To strive with my last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star
This is my quest
To follow that star
No matter how hopeless
No matter how far
To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march into hell
For a heavenly cause
And I know if I’ll only be true
To that glorious quest
That my heart
Will lie peaceful and calm
When I’m laid to my rest
And the world will be better for this
That one man scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star
No, I don’t mind; it is a beautiful song. And thank you for seeing me in the lyrics … but, as I’ve said so often in these dialogs … I love you more.
Now, back to the subject of the lessons you’ve learned from me. Personally, I like the first one the best. And if I have had even the smallest part in bringing you to that realization, then my life was not lived in van. That is what we are all meant to be to each other … a reminder that God is present and loves each and every one of us MORE.
The thing is, baby, I am not alone in this realization. Many of my friends, too, have been similarly touched by you and have come to the same realization as a result. So, it’s not just me who has benefited so richly from this particular lesson.
Don’t get me all emotional again! God bless you all!
Jan – May 27, 2011