April 15 through April 26, 2013
Michael, our last little chat was a very difficult one. Reliving your pain and anguish is hard for us … for me, personally, as well as for my readers. Is it difficult for you to talk about these things?
No, not at all. I remember things very vividly, but no longer feel the pain of them. I see a bigger picture – a more expanded view – now. As I’ve told you before, each of the occurrences in our lives has a purpose, whether we realize it or not. Each bears a gift. If we can dig amidst the rubble to find that gift … to recognize it and use it … we can go a long way to cauterizing the wounds and healing the pain.
For example, my painful childhood was difficult … no one could deny that … but the gifts that resulted from it were many and extremely profound … and not just on a personal level. The development of my singing and dancing, my empathy for the plight of the abused and oppressed, my aching need to give in the best and most perfect way I could to relieve the suffering of the children, the dream of Neverland, my desire to heal our wounded planet … all had their roots buried deep in the soil of that childhood. Would I give up all of those intensely valuable gifts for a less painful childhood? No! Each of them gave me great joy. And the blessings continue to travel outward to this day.
Beloved, what possible gift could the events surrounding that trial have borne to make your suffering worth it? I just can’t see any conceivable benefit that could have accrued to justify even one tiny, little moment of what you endured.
I know you can’t … I couldn’t, at first, either. It’s because of the blinders of your earthly experience. When they are removed, the blessings become a bit more obvious.
For example, one of the more obvious gifts the trial brought to me was something that you’ve mentioned time and time again, here. We’ve all often heard the adage that “if it doesn’t kill you, it makes you stronger.” It is true. This speaks to the discussions we’ve had about being a warrior; I needed a warrior’s strength to get through that trial … and I found it … and I still don’t know how … at least enough of it to survive … in my innocence, in God’s promises, in your love. I got through it; I survived. I am so grateful.
Additionally, some of the people watching the news coverage saw what you see in photographs of that time.
Yes, I have to admit that photographs taken of you during the trial period are some of my favorite photographs. I am so drawn to them. I see the pain in your eyes, the unvarnished exhaustion, the disappointment and disillusionment. Your eyes so clearly mirror your soul during this period. But, I also see the strength, the dignity, the beauty, the purpose, the determination, the love that has been twisted and distorted by ignorance, but to which you continue to cling tenaciously in spite of all you endured. I find so much to admire … so much to inspire … so much to learn … in them.
God bless you! One of the less obvious gifts the trial bore has to do with something we’ve discussed a lot in these conversations … it’s those ripples again … unseen, unheard and undetected, but they are definitely real. Many had never really paid attention before, but the coverage of the trial brought me into their field of vision. What they saw in me as I walked into and out of that courtroom didn’t correlate with what they’d read in the press for years. Some who had been apathetic, indifferent, unengaged became more aware, more conscious. It made them curious because they saw something in me they hadn’t expected to see and, then, when the verdicts didn’t jive with the coverage they’d heard and read, they couldn’t understand how such a ‘cut and dried’ case had ended with fourteen ‘not-guilty’ verdicts. Through the video clips and photographs, they became more open to the truth and began to entertain the possibility that, perhaps, there was more here than met the eye. Was it possible that they had missed something … that their journalists and pundits were not telling them the unembellished truth about this man to whom they’d never really given much thought?
Yes, and we all know what happens when someone gives Michael Jackson even the smallest chink of an opening … even the tiniest thought of “maybe I didn’t know this man at all” in one’s heart. You move in … lock, stock and barrel. You are the perfect example of “give him an inch, he will take a mile,” but never by force or fear.
[Michael laughs.] You forget … I have to be invited … and, once again, you make me sound like a bad rash!
Well, if you’re a bad rash, I don’t ever want a cure. I’ll take the rash any day! You can keep your hydrocortisone cream and preparationH.
[Michael laughs … loudly.] PreparationH … that’s funny!
I believe one of my acquaintances is just such a one as you describe. She became very curious about you during the trial coverage through forced inactivity (although she had trouble watching it.) You nudged her curiosity, just as you nudged mine in the early days of our courtship … and she has gone on to write a very sympathetic book regarding your residence in Las Vegas.
See what I mean? Ripples. They are an abstract concept most of the time. They are silent and you don’t even know they are there until one of them knocks the wind out of you … like that train that hit you. Then, all of a sudden, something happens and, as a result, you look inward and become curious; your curiosity leads you to investigate more thoroughly … to read, to watch, to learn. You ask yourself, “how is it possible that I had such a distorted view?” and “why didn’t I pay more attention?” And in this frame of self-reflection, eventually, you start to try to trace the movement of the ripples across the still pond back to the moment of impact when the pebble broke the surface of the water.
If you think about it, isn’t that what our Conversations have been all about from the very beginning?
Yes, indeed, my Dear One … it is … and thank you for your clarity!
[Michael giggles.] Thank you for your openness.
Another overlooked gift of that time was the affirmation it contained for me, personally. It re-confirmed my conscious choice to live my life as I had chosen to live it … with the openness, innocence, awe, wonder and trust of a child.
Okay, Baby, that one requires a little more elaboration. From my viewpoint, I can’t see how anything about that time could have been seen as an affirmation.
Well, let me ask you this. Did you find the behavior of the prosecutors and media attractive?
Attractive? Heavens no! They practically trampled each other in their eagerness to file their biased, one-sided, slanted stories and they were all the same. It was very frustrating. Their preening “on the ground” assets exhibited their true narcissistic natures in their fights to out-lie each other, outdo each other, out-nasty each other, out-bid each other for audience share.
No, I found absolutely nothing attractive in their behavior. Most of them were repulsive … and none more so than the prosecutor! His unyielding lack of courtesy, resolute refusal to accept defeat, mulish adherence to his closed-minded point of view, inability to see past his own, personal prejudices and ravenous hold on his belief in your guilt (which he knew was manufactured because he was the one who manufactured it in his own sick, misguided mind) to justify his discriminatory behavior after the verdicts were read … and in the ensuing years … certainly more than justifies his moniker of “Mad Dog.”
Exactly! Neither did I. The ugliness of their behavior throughout the events leading up to … and including … the trial, itself, and its aftermath was written all over their actions and faces. Their anger over me “getting off scott free” or “getting away with it” because of my “star power” … their barely concealed prejudice … their continuing efforts to justify their actions only serve to provide further acknowledgement of their guilt … not mine.
Who would want to emulate such ugliness? Who would want to imitate or model that kind of unattractive example? Did their behavior inspire anyone to greater purpose? Was it uplifting? They had the entire world watching; they will never have that universal platform to speak to the world again. Look how they used it. They could have used it to inspire … to motivate … to encourage. What a wasted opportunity!
Every day create your history
Every page you turn, you’re writing your legacy
You were repulsed by their behavior … but you were attracted to mine. You were not alone. All of the ripples haven’t reached the shore, yet. More and more are arriving every day, everywhere! This is not a small pond we’re talking about. WE ARE THE WORLD!
It’s not over. I told you before. The best is yet to come! Didn’t you believe me?
Well, Beloved, I hope we can be forgiven for being a little confused. I mean, after all, death usually means it’s over.
Yes, it’s a common misunderstanding. We are working on that misunderstanding. Together. Patience.
Okay … patience. [Jan laughs.] You drive a hard bargain, sir!
In our last conversation, Beloved, you described how you had lost your faith. How did you find it again?
Oh, boy! Now, there’s a million dollar question! Wow! That’s gonna take some time and thought to answer.
I know this will undoubtedly come as a surprise to you, but sometimes, we, too, lose faith in everything.
Oh, yes! You shock me! [Michael laughs.]
I remember the seven years that I spent “growing up” … or, in your analogy, being in ‘standby’ mode … as a time when my faith in just about everything was shaken to its foundations.
And can you remember what restored it?
Yes, you did … AGAIN … except this time I really didn’t like your methods.
[Michael snorts.] Sorry. But, as you can see, I am still here … and we are still “in love” and always will be.
I know it’s hard to see when you are in the grip of those crises, but what you are experiencing is a prelude to bigger and better things. It’s like an old building being demolished so that new construction can begin. No building was ever demolished without breaking some windows. That new construction needs to be built on a firm foundation so that it will stand the test of time.
I think it’s important, too, to understand that as long as you’re still alive, there is hope. Nothing is permanent; life is all about change. Even the most horrifying situation will change; it’s up to you HOW it changes.
When your whole world crashes down around your head, there is a process you go through … and you have to honor that process … give yourself the time and space you need to go through the steps of that process.
You need to tread water through the tears to remain afloat. You need to swim through the “it’s not fairs” to begin your journey back. You need to wade through the anger and the pain to get to the other side. There are no shortcuts for any of us. It’s a long, hard, arduous climb. It takes time to regroup when you’ve been beaten down so far that you have to look up to see the roots of the agony; it takes compassion … for yourself … to heal those wounds. You can’t deny the stages or skip them; you can’t repress them because they pop up in other ways.
One of the most difficult hurdles, for me, personally, was overcoming the hate. I had never truly hated anyone or anything before. But once I fell into that trap, I didn’t know what to do with those feelings … or how to stop them. The anger fed the hate and the hate fed the anger. I didn’t recognize the ‘me’ that was doing all this hating. And I didn’t like him! I was a stranger to myself in this. Does that make any sense?
Oh, yes, Michael. I so recognize that feeling.
Those negative thought spirals have a firm grip. The desire for vengeance is so seductive and the longer you wallow in that seduction, the harder it gets to climb out of it.
Dangerous
The girl is so dangerous
Take away my money
Throw away my time
You can call me honey
But you’re no damn good for me
The guilt over finally succumbing to hate and the desire for vengeance … over letting you all down … kept me paralyzed for a while. That’s why I tell you how damaging those negative emotions are … not to the ones at whom they are directed … but to you … how they keep you imprisoned. They keep you tied down and helpless against the ravages of guilt and remorse.
The only way to loosen their grip is to break the cycle in your thought patterns and redirect them into more healing, beneficial energies … for your own organism … and for the world organism. When you see how insidious those kinds of thoughts are and how they are keeping you immobilized and unmotivated, realize that they are holding you back from achieving what you know is your purpose, then you can begin to have faith that you can get through them, and that there are brighter days ahead. And, then, you need to redirect your thoughts … consciously.
When you find yourself slipping down that slippery slope into anger or hatred or resentment or worry or “what’s the use” … or any number of other paralyzing, negative thoughts, you need to consciously STOP and REFOCUS.
Just keep your eyes on the prize
And your feet flat on the ground
And Keep the Faith
Because it’s just a matter of time
Before your confidence will win out
But you got to keep the faith.
At first, it will feel like you are faking it or being inauthentic, like you are just going through the motions with no real engagement. But, eventually, you can begin to see a little bit of light at the end of the long, dark tunnel. With time and practice, the light expands … just like it did when we were visualizing for the trial of Conrad Murray.
Initially, it was awkward sending love and light into a building … sweeping out all the dark corners and toilets … but, eventually, through “practice, practice, practice until you get it right … and, then, practice some more until you get it beautiful” it becomes natural and comfortable … and extremely beautiful. And the results of your efforts are profound, both personally and in their impact on your world. Personally, you healed your heart of the hatred and vengeful feelings, but you also impacted the outcome by envisioning the highest and best outcome for everyone concerned.
It’s the same thing I taught the children suffering from cancer. Visualize cleaning up all the harmful, negative, paralyzing cells [thoughts.] Make a little space for the miracle [healing] to enter the room. Invite God into the situation and stand back. The results may surprise you. As a matter of fact, it’s a sure bet!
I was helped enormously by having my children with me. I had to remain strong for them; they needed their daddy. They were too young to understand what was happening; they didn’t know about lack of faith or the reason they had to move from their home. I had to shield them from my grief at losing Neverland. To them, it was a great adventure … a thrilling adventure … and it was my job, as their daddy, to reinforce their sense of excitement, their curiosity and eagerness to learn from their change in circumstances. We taught them about the different countries they visited, their cultures and stories. Their innocence and wonder, their love and trust and faith in me, went a long way toward restoring my faith in myself. Reading to them from educational and beautiful and positive books helped me to bring my mind back from the edge of those negative thoughts and emotions and rekindled my natural curiosity, a blessing with which I had always been graced.
Being able to work on my music also helped to lift me out of those negative spirals, as it always had. When I was a child, and fear had me in its grip, music lifted me away from fear. That was true, too, after the trial. Once I had recovered some equilibrium, Music took over and carried me the rest of the way.
We’ve been
Together
For such a long time, now
Music
Music and me
Don’t care
Whether
All our songs rhyme, now
Music
Music and me
All I know
Wherever I go
We’re as close
As two friends can be
There have
Been others
But never two lovers like
Music
Music and me
We’ve talked often about my special relationship with Music, so I know you understand. Putting the trial behind me and returning to the warm embrace of God in the Music was extremely restorative for me.
I was just getting back on my feet through the rehearsals, letting the music and my love of dancing and performing carry me the rest of the way home when I was called to a Higher Purpose.
Well, really, it’s the same Purpose, just on a broader, more inclusive, yet more intimate scale, I guess you could say.
So, I guess the steps I took are the same steps I have recommended for you throughout these dialogs. Honor the process … stop and consciously refocus your thoughts … clear away the negative, harmful residues left over from your resentments … shine love and light on the situation … visualize the perfect outcome … express your God-given gifts … and get out of the way … let your dreams come true … SHINE!
There ya go! ESSENCE! Go grab the perfume bottles.
Jan – April 26, 2013