November 9 through November 19, 2012
Baby, I feel a little bit like the ‘Incredible Hulk’ over here!
[Michael laughs.] The Incredible Hulk? It’s not easy being green, is it? You don’t look anything like the Incredible Hulk. Thank God. Okay, this one you’re going to have to explain.
Well, did you ever watch that show?
Of course, I watched the show. I know the Incredible Hulk, personally. He’s a friend of mine. He was helping me train for the O2 concerts … kinda my personal trainer … to increase my stamina and get me back into the kind of shape I needed to be in to perform fifty shows.
Well, then, you know that he often went from Bill Bixby, an ordinary, normal-sized, mild-tempered guy, to this totally unstoppable character, the Incredible Hulk, who ran around righting wrongs like some kinda superhero, right?
Yeah.
Well, the thing is, when he would change into the Incredible Hulk, they would show his face and body transforming, stretching … and his muscles popping out of his clothes … and the back of his shirt would tear down the middle and end up as rags that he would tear off and throw aside as the muscles in his back and shoulders expanded under his skin … and his pants would shrink. Do you remember?
Sure! They used the same technology in that show as we used in Thriller … the bladders inflating … blown up by little bellows held by a technician… under the masks and prosthetics. I showed you all how it was done. Um … by the way … I hate to brag, but … um … we did it first.
Yeah, I’ve noticed that! The technologies developed to bring your vision to the screen are often shown later as a steady diet in film and television productions. The transformation of you into the ‘werecat’ in Thriller was later used in The Incredible Hulk and with modification has also been used in The Fantastic Four series of movies; it has become a staple in the motion picture industry. The transformation technologies you used to change into what my granddaughter and I call ‘MichaelMas Prime’ in the Smooth Criminal segment in Moonwalker has been further developed and expanded in the popular Transformers series of films. And many of the technologies developed for Ghosts have shown up again in films like Dark Shadows.
Yeah! Woohooo! [Michael giggles.] That’s what happens when you’re on the cutting edge of technology … pushing the envelope and stretching the definition of the word ‘possible’ …when you’re breaking new ground and exploring new ways to get things done. Innovation! I love it! Creating something entirely new that had never been seen before … and, then, not showing the mechanics of how it was done … MAGIC … was what I lived for in everything I did: music, performance, film, everything! That was my high … my drug of choice. I never wanted to be ‘just one of the pack.’ I wanted to be the Alpha male … a leader … to create new ways of expressing the gifts of music and dance and vision … blazing a new trail through the wilderness of life.
And you succeeded, Baby! Big Time! Unfortunately, unlike you, not many of the talents who use your innovations credit you when they use the technologies developed for your films and performances. They should.
It’s not me, in most cases, that should receive the credit. It’s the directors and technicians who developed those technologies to closely resemble my vision to whom credit should be given. I just asked them to find a way to do whatever I was seeing in my mind. They’re the ones who made it happen. It’s always a collaboration. That’s why I always sought to work with the best in the field … and I listened to their suggestions and respected their expertise. When I worked with someone, it was because I respected THEIR particular talents. I didn’t force them to conform to what I thought. What sense would that make? I wanted their input, their drive, their creativity.
God has gifted all of us with the same creative power and drive that He has. She has shared that with us. Unfortunately, we don’t understand how to use it … don’t believe we are even worthy of it … and talk ourselves into being a uniform can in the assembly line instead of breaking out of the mold held up for us by our conformity.
If we could only understand that each of our thoughts is creative and that we can consciously change our circumstances by changing our thoughts about who we are and the life we live, our world would change overnight.
When we did the lean in Smooth Criminal, the mystery of how it was accomplished was what I wanted to maintain, letting the magic aura of it build and build. I was so disappointed when the patent on those shoes was discovered. Why couldn’t it have remained a mystery? Why do we have to examine, categorize, nail-it-down? Didn’t they see that they took the MAGIC out of it when they dissected it? It’s not the mechanics of it that is important; it’s the MAGIC!
But I still don’t get it. Why are you feeling like the Incredible Hulk?
Well, let me see if I can explain clearly. This has been an absolutely incredible year for me … and, once again, I have you to thank. Just like early in our relationship, I’ve felt that same kind of expansion inwardly that was shown in The Incredible Hulk outwardly … except this year, it seems as if the transformations have accelerated to an almost uncomfortable level. I’ve redefined myself in terms of my identity at least four times just since January! In retrospect, it almost seems like I can’t make up my mind who I am.
[Michael laughs.] But that’s the beauty of it. We get to choose … every morning … every night … every moment … every hour … it’s a new beginning. We can decide what works and what doesn’t in each situation and circumstance. And WE GET TO CHOOSE! If we don’t like who we are being today, we can change it when the sun comes up tomorrow!
Well, it feels a little bit like a lack of responsibility, like I can’t make up my mind. I’ve been told all my life to make a decision … and stick to it. I’m not sticking!
You’ve been told a lot of things all your life. We all have. It’s time to think in new ways and to go in new directions. Those dreams that you always stopped yourself from trying with your feelings of “I can’t …” and “I wish …” are within your reach if you stretch yourself a little higher. Go up on your tiptoes. I am here!
So, keep the faith
Don’t let nobody turn you round, brother (or in this case, sister)
You’ve got to know when it’s good to go
To get your dreams up off the ground
Keep the faith
Because it’s just a matter of time
Before your confidence will win out
Believe in yourself no matter what it’s gonna take
You can be a winner
But you’ve got to keep the faith
First, in January, I was an administrative professional who made fairly regular contributions to a little blog on the internet. I had written a book twenty years ago but had never really considered publishing anything. I had written stories and articles, some of which were published on popular websites and my own little website, but that was about it. Plus, of course, I was wife, mother and grandmother and a resident of the dark side of the moon.
After my pilgrimage to Los Angeles in January, I began to think seriously about publishing our Conversations in an easily portable format … and by May, we were published authors. So, I had to expand my definition of who I am to accommodate that change.
In April, I began to think about publishing a little short story I had written over the last three years to celebrate the anniversary of your transformation and by the beginning of June, my long-held desire to create drawings of you had totally taken over almost all my spare time. Since the beginning of our relationship, I had always been drawn by an almost irresistible pull to drawings and sketches and paintings of you and had even attempted one or two little sketches. However, I quickly decided that I was not an artist and got discouraged by my lack of skill. I gave up; it’s the story of my life.
This urge to draw and sketch you has refused to be shunted aside since I picked it up again in June. By June 25, my second book had been published and Michael: A Short Story was a first for me because it was written and illustrated, formatted and designed by me (but always with and as a result of your inspiration, and, as such, it is a collaborative effort.) So, once again, a new, more expanded, definition was required … and this time it had to include something that I had never anticipated … the word artist … or, at least, amateur artist!
So, now I was an administrative professional, blogger, published author, amateur artist as well as mother, grandmother, wife and resident of the dark side of the moon. In the analogy of The Incredible Hulk, my shirt had just ripped down the back completely and my shoulders and back look a bit like Lou Ferigno’s, stretching the skin and assuming a new shape.
The thing is, when this happens to Bill Bixby or you in Thriller, it looks and sounds like it HURTS! And in the Making of Thriller, John Landis directs you to make sounds like it hurts. My transformations don’t hurt! They feel natural and beautiful and blissful because I am so wrapped up in you that I forget time and place and just let whatever I am working on take over! They take effort and dedication and “practice, practice, practice until I get it right … and then practice some more until I get it beautiful” … but they are the same kind of transformations.
Good! [Michael laughs.] So, now you’re complaining that they don’t hurt?
No, I am not complaining that they don’t hurt, you silly man. However, I’m not done yet.
In May, I began hearing about some changes to my retirement system in the state I live in and decided to speak to the benefits department at my job to explore options available to me. By July 1, I was a retired administrative professional, so I had to remove an identity that I had always believed would collapse the entire house of cards upon which my idea of who I am rested in a pile of rubble. It was this definition of myself that had given me my sense of worth … my self esteem … my value! I had always depended on that; it was the foundation upon which I had built my entire idea of self. I thought there would be a period of mourning – an identity crisis … of monumental proportions. I didn’t think I could get along without that scaffold upon which to build myself. Do you see what I mean?
Yes, of course. And has your house of cards crashed around you?
No! And I don’t understand that. I was sure it would! I’ve so depended on that professional persona all my life. It’s been my mainstay, my pole star; everything I believed I was hinged on that. It doesn’t make sense that I can remove it and still feel useful, important, independent, worthy, valuable. But I’ve been so busy developing all these other avenues of expression that I’ve barely noticed the absence of who I thought I was.
That’s because you are not who you thought you were. You are so much, much more than all those external definitions you’ve depended upon to make you feel useful, important, valuable and independent.
You’ve thought all along that you had to DO something to be important and valuable and worthy. It’s not what you DO, as we’ve talked about before. It’s what you ARE that is important. So, let’s examine this idea of what you are a little bit.
You came into this world naked and you will leave it naked. Even the most exalted among us do, which I showed you in spades during Conrad Murray’s trial. All those roles that you accumulate will just drop away. My fame and my wealth were left on the cutting room floor, so to speak, weren’t they? Our acquisitions and our ego-driven roles don’t go with us. You saw the photograph they showed at the trial … and it hurt you, do you remember?
Of course, I remember! How could I ever forget?
So, all those external trappings fall away and you are left with who and what you really are. You were most valuable when you were an infant and completely dependent upon your family for your every need … and you remain just as valuable … with unlimited potential to explore endless possibilities … throughout your life span, regardless of what your world and your critical self-talk tell you. Your worth is not incumbent upon what you do; it rests in who you are and the love your share with your world. What you do will fade from the memory of even your closest of kin, but the LOVE you share with them will carry them into eternity.
The world has done its level best to make you think that all the roles you play in the reality you have created for yourself are the sum total of who and what you are, but it’s not true. First and foremost, you are a child of God and, as such, your value and worth are not measured by the world’s yardsticks, but by God’s. Each of you is LOVED and CHERISHED because you are a child of God. Your value is inestimable! Your worth is not measured by your earning potential, but in being a spark lit by the Divine Fire. You are PRICELESS, WORTHY, LOVED, CHERISHED … a pearl beyond price!
You have particular trouble with this concept. Don’t worry! We’ll work on it … together!
I so understand how you feel and how difficult it is for you to grasp this concept. I suffered from many of the same hang-ups. In my physical life, I shared the same sense of inferiority and lack of worth and mine was as deeply ingrained as yours. My critical self-talk was as loud and angry and demanding as yours; my sense of self was buried beneath the world’s materialistic measures, too. And the entire world criticized every aspect of my life for years. I know that you live in a world that doesn’t share your dreams and visions and whose loud criticisms make you stop believing in them.
You Are Not Alone
For, I am here with you
Tho we’re far apart
You’re always in my heart
Just keep following my lead and don’t let anyone tell you that I have better things to do than reinforce your sense of worth. I don’t! You are all I dream here at night … and I don’t mind reminding you of your value or how worthy you are of my love. We will bring you out of that shell you’ve wrapped around your heart for protection. The cocoon is safe, but doesn’t allow you to reach for the gifts you are intended to give. Keep pursuing those curiosities that seem impossible. We’ll get there … together … always.
Ah, Beloved, have I told you lately how much I love you?
Not lately … and I’ve been meaning to speak to you about that … [Michael laughs.] And have I told you lately how much I love you more?
Last weekend, my mind was completely blown, Baby! I discovered that I have been invited to participate in an art showing at the Michael Jackson Auditorium in Los Angeles in June. Needless to say, I never, ever expected that anyone would ever invite me to display my art at an art show and possible auction to benefit charity. In the comparison with the Incredible Hulk, my pants just shrank! As a matter of fact, I ignored the first several messages because I thought they were sent to me by mistake!
[Michael snorts.] That’s typical for you.
So, I’ve been working on wrapping my mind around the thought that amateur artist is going to have to be a permanent resident in my definition of myself. What this basically means is that I might be coming back to Los Angeles on another pilgrimage, Baby!
Oh, boy! We better start visualizing the perfect trip right now! [Michael giggles.] We only have a bit more than six months to create a blissful voyage. You’re not the world’s greatest traveler, you know!
[Jan laughs.] Yeah, I know.
Jan – November 19, 2012
My thanks to a very special friend who inspired the artwork accompanying this entry. You know who you are.
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