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HIStory in the Mix

HIStory in the Mix

The album, HIStory: Past, Present and Future, Book 1 was released in 1995, almost twenty years ago and only two years after a firestorm of accusation was hurled at Michael Jackson by sanctimonious, self-righteous, bigoted, narrow-minded people who couldn’t understand someone as big-hearted and selfless as he was. Michael’s fans were bruised and battered during the nearly thirteen months of media frenzy that ensued and anxiously awaited their hero’s re-entry into the music scene. Reports began circulating that HIStory would be a “greatest hits” album and, to many, that made perfect sense. No one had as much right to release a “greatest hits” album than Michael Jackson, the man who had more hits than anyone alive. However, in true Michael Jackson fashion, news began to leak that HIStory would not just contain a selection of Michael’s hits (Michael’s aversion to “greatest hits” albums was well known and documented), but would also contain 15 new songs! Fifteen! That’s a whole nother album’s worth of NEW material. The excitement the release of HIStory generated was unprecedented in the fan community.

Of course, when the album was announced with the release of the HIStory “Teaser” and the giant statues floating down rivers in large metropolitan areas, the media pundits had a field day with allegations of anti-semitism and “the most boldly vainglorious self-deification a pop singer ever undertook with a straight face.” The “Teaser” was the first of the short films released from the album, just a peak to whet our appetites for the films to follow. Each film was a masterpiece of innovation, creativity and art. The short films created for the new songs on the HIStory album join the best films Michael ever made; there is no diminution in creativity or message, no gap in artistic expression.

One of those films really got my attention at the time. Well, they ALL got my attention, but one of them was so beautiful that I was left speechless at the audacity of it, the artfulness of it, the soul of it; it just took my breath away. Every single frame of the film is a classical masterpiece of art. From the soulfulness of an angel in a quiet pool backed by a waterfall to the classically beautiful rendering of Maxfield Parrish’s “Daybreak” with Michael and then wife, Lisa Marie, enacting the tableau … the thing is just the Sistine Chapel of short films, in my opinion. Of course, the fact that both actors are pretty doggone close to naked in the film raised eyebrows at the time … and, to a certain extent, still does.

From the first time I saw it to the present day, almost twenty years later, one frame at the very end of the film – one specific frame – made me itch to be able to draw or paint … to isolate it and draw or paint it … or just take a picture of it and blow it up really, really BIG! Every time I watched the film in the ensuing years, I would pause it at that specific frame and think, “I wish someone, somewhere, would isolate that frame and draw or paint it. I would buy that painting; I would find a way to buy that painting.” But, to my knowledge, no one ever did … or if they did I haven’t seen it. Of course, pausing the frame on a VHS tape resulted in a very poor rendition of the art. With the advent of DVD and Blu-Ray, the picture holds still and is a thing of beauty!

Most of my readers know that I have been experimenting with expressing myself … and Michael … in different ways … and especially in trying to learn how to draw and paint him. It’s an ambition that is literally six decades old … and seldom tried during those decades, but one which I have been working diligently to master. So, the other day, at the request of my friend for the “Angel Version” of the You Are Not Alone film (HIStory on Film, Volume 2, for those interested), I watched the film again. And the same thought happened again with the same response, “No way is anyone ever going to draw or paint THAT … and it’s a sure bet YOU can’t do it.” Except this time, I argued a little more … “Maybe you could … maybe Michael would help and, together, we could do this thing.” I almost immediately got the thought, “Of course, we can do it! Let’s try!” So, I haphazardly got out some pencils and a piece of paper, slapped in the DVD and paused it at the frame I wanted and began to lay out a rough sketch of body position and wings. With constant absorption for three days, six to eight hours per day, many, many erasures and repositioning and coloring in a background … here is the result:


It is almost twenty years of longing on an 11 X 14 sheet of paper. It is a very visible reminder to me of reaching for and following your star no matter how long it takes or what you have to do to accomplish your dream. With practice … with perseverance … and “keeping your eye on the prize” … YOU can do it! If I can do this, anyone can achieve his dreams.

No matter what, the most powerful thing in the world is the human mind … and
prayer .. and belief in yourself … and confidence … and perseverance.
No matter how many times  you do it, you do it again until it is right …
and always believe in yourself … and no matter who’s around you
that’s being negative or blasting negative energy at you …
[including yourself]
totally block it out …

Parenthetical remark and emphasis added.

Reach for YOUR Star

Long, lonely years I searched in vain
Burdened by limits, immersed in pain
Yearning for freedom from stories of old
Imprisoned in doubts, I longed to unfold

In one blinding moment, the years dropped away
No longer lost, I found fear held no sway
In your song, I found you
In your dance, my rest
Now, I long only to give you may best

You are the star that pierces my night
My blindness is lifted in your glorious sight
No darkness envelopes a soul that is free
I hunger no longer, for you reached for me

The gift must be given, the one your soul holds
Whatever it is, your heart surely knows
In pictures or dances
Music, film or mere words
Your heart knows the TRUTH of you
And the TRUTH must be told

Comparisons don’t matter
Expression is all
In blissful abandon, I answer HIS call
Now I live only to herald near and far
Don’t hesitate … the time is now
Reach for YOUR star


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Wings of Invisibility

They say that you have left the stage,
Laid down your life of tragedy and pain
Did they not see the triumph of life fully and gratefully lived,
With grace and style, humor and dignity
And great, great love
In joyful service of your fellow man?
Were their eyes blinded by expectations?
Their ears deafened by judgment?
The hearts hardened by coldness?
Their souls frozen in motivations certainly not of your making?

They say we all must meet the same fate
All our struggles, twists and turns
The things we acquire must all be returned
All our joy and sorrows, things we have learned
Swallowed in a moment when it comes our turn
What kind of sense does that make?
What profligate waste!

You write:


It’s hard to tell them what I feel for you. They haven’t ever met you, and no one has your picture. So how can they ever understand your mystery. Let’s give them a clue:

Two birds sit in a tree. One eats cherries, while the other looks on. Two birds fly through the air. One’s song drops like crystal from the sky while the other keeps silent. Two birds wheel in the sun. One catches the light on its silver feathers, while the other spreads wings of invisibility.

It’s easy to guess which bird I am, but they’ll never find you. Unless …

Unless they already know a love that never interferes, that watches from beyond, that breathes free in the invisible air. Sweet bird, my soul, your silence is so precious. How long will it be before the world hears your song in mine?

Oh, that is a day I hunger for!


Love That Never Interferes

And what do I say? I say:
Come to the table, my love,
Hunger no more
That day has arrived
Your feast is prepared
The guests are arriving
Alone and in pairs
The bird eating cherries
has passed you the bowl
His silvery feathers are yours now,
Your song falls like raindrops
Crystal, shiny and new
Still from the sky
Like soft morning dew
It scatters like dandelion tufts
Blown by the breeze
Your voice falling gently
Imparting your peace
The silent watcher
Joins his voice to yours
He breathes it freely
To cover the world
Upon hearts awakened,
Though shaken by tears
You have shown us, you lived
Love that never interferes


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October 6, 2014

Since my youth, I have been fascinated and enthusiastic about
Michael Jackson’s music. But that’s not all –
since the year 1992, he has been my “Great Love.”

So reads the Forward of Margott Schuerings’ book, From King of Pop to Mahatma: Journey of a Great Soul, and needless to say, she had me at Page 1. I can so relate to her words. It was at the same time that the same “Great Love” came into my life through a different vehicle, perhaps, but the same bond was forged in my heart as was obviously forged in Ms. Schuerings’. Most of my readers are familiar with the story of my journey and the train that hit me on October 1 of that same year. In Margott’s case, Dancing the Dream: Poems and Reflections (released in 1991) facilitated her stepping off of the path most traveled in an opinionated and ego-driven world blinded by its own projections in favor of her first steps on the “road less traveled” to the TRUTH of your blinding presence, my King.

I remember at the time, I was fairly convinced that I had gone insane. I was shocked to learn twenty years later that there were others on the planet who had gone insane in exactly the same way and at approximately the same time  – shared the same or similar insights, who were praying for you, who felt a deeply spiritual connection with you. That same sense of shock and joyful discovery occurs each time I encounter another who was sharing that remarkable journey with me, unbeknownst to me and on opposite sides of the world. It appears that Margott must be added to that list along with many countless others since.

The fact that you still graced this world in your beautiful physical manifestation at the time still makes me pause and scratch my head in wonder, though, Beloved. I have no problem believing that a soul who has left his physical experiment behind can reach out and grab hold of a heart, but how is it possible for one still committed to his earthly manifestation to do this?

[Michael laughs.] That’s your conditioning talking.  You’ve been programmed through countless generations to believe you are small, one-dimensional, insignificant caterpillars … that only the visible, audible, scientifically provable aspects of life are real and true. But you are not just limited to the scientific, the physical, the earthbound. You are multi-dimensional. You are not only a few cents worth of chemicals randomly combined to create the miracle of life, regardless of how your world tries to convince you otherwise. There is much, much more to you than that. You are potential … unlimited potential … awaiting the chrysalis to open and metamorphosis to occur. The world of the butterfly is at your fingertips, if you would only realize it.

Oh, I’m glad you mentioned that, Baby! Even the ‘caterpillar’ analogy [See Volume 1, Installment 37] is repeated in Margott’s book, sent to her by a reader in Switzerland:

Deep inside we know that we are caterpillars. For some reasons we unlearn to pupate or we allow [ourselves] to be hindered to do so. That hurts. We feel guilty and inferior in some way, always searching for the forgotten, seemingly lost … When we are lucky enough to meet butterflies, we perhaps wallow in the mud in front of them and try fanatically to imitate them instead of getting inspired by them and let them lead us to our own butterfly being. In desperate jealousy we may even be driven to reduce them to our miserable caterpillar being by talking down about them to feel better ourselves.

Sad story. But listen! It’s rustling in the wind of change, it is whispering behind every corner, singing, sounding and echoing. The time has come, the time has come … the time of butterflies! Awake! Remember!  [From King of Pop to Mahatma]

And, then, she makes the point that the only reason caterpillars exist is to metamorphose and experience the flight of the butterfly. That people on different continents in our world are inspired to write about the same image is just another example of the phenomenon [we cannot just keep calling this ‘phenomenon,’ Beloved] that was unleashed at your Ascension.

[Michael chuckles.] Well, what are we going to call it? You and I were never separate also means that you are not separate from anyone else either. We are all ONE!

You are the trinity made manifest … the three-fold TRUTH in substance and form … spirit, mind and body. In your programming, an attempt has been made to make you think that only your body, the gross, the dense, the material exists because, until very recently, only it has been provable by science. Spirit and mind do not lend themselves easily to the scientific method, but they are beginning to be recognized even in the scientific community. Previously, they have not been provable, could not be labeled and classified and analyzed and made to fit into a convenient little box, and, therefore, they didn’t exist. But that is beginning to change with the advent of more sensitive measurement and recent technological advances. However, they are very much a part of your daily life, can and do influence your physical health and impact your reality through your thoughts daily in ways of which you are totally unconscious.

Or, as Margott Schuerings’ states it:

The physical body, feelings, thoughts and intuitions are only different energetically due to their lesser density. The physical body is gross and the most dense; feelings and thoughts are more subtle and less dense and the intuition is extremely subtle, nearly etheric.

Yes and all these levels are you. More accurately, you are all these levels … and more! Or, perhaps, a clearer way to say that is that you occupy or inhabit all these levels at the same time. In the past, these levels of frequency have been called the physical body, the mental body, the emotional body, but they are not separate. One does not follow another sequentially or chronologically; it is not a matter of ‘either/or’ but of ‘all/and’ … or as well as.

Don’t be afraid
To know who you are
You are much more
Than you ever imagined

Where you direct your attention … your focus (remember our discussions about focus?) … regulates which of the levels you occupy or at which level your energy vibrates and creates at any given time. Most of the world’s energy is concentrated on the physical, dense, material level to the exclusion of realizing that mankind is capable of accessing so many, many others … or even recognizing that other levels exist.

The trick is to see past the limited thought forms, judgments, classifications, labels, prejudices and patterns that circulate ceaselessly and into which your mind was indoctrinated during your childhood … all those ‘should/shouldn’ts,’ ‘must/mustn’ts,’  ‘possibles/impossibles’ … to recognize that those boundaries held so sacred don’t exist at all; they are a mirage, the “big lie” because

You and I were never separate
It’s just an illusion
Wrought by the magical lens
Of perception

In your childhood, you were disempowered by the prevalent accepted and acceptable judgments, prejudices and biases of your culture. You were taught to ‘toe the line;’ we all were.

“If you disempower a child, you disempower the adult he will become.”

You are a perfect example of this principle. You were told very early in your life that you had no talent in the visual arts. You believed those judgments and held yourself back from attempting to pursue your interest in drawing and painting for sixty plus years. You devoted yourself to developing your marketable skills, holding down a job and raising a family, but the interest and desire did not go away; it resurfaced again and again until, finally, you made a serious effort to draw and paint. Look at the results. With practice and belief, you have a new means of expression and a lot of enjoyment, but what’s even more important, you have found a new gift to give to the world you inhabit. Something has been discovered in you that would have remained hidden if you had allowed yourself to continue to be disempowered by the voices of the “others” in your life who told you that it didn’t exist.

The disempowered adult is much more controllable by the mindset which you have collectively crowned as the arbiter of TRUTH by your universal belief in it … the scientific, materialistic, separatist, dense worldview … rendering you more programmable by the ego-driven fascination with more. To break through that programming, you must first realize that it exists not just “out there” but “in here” where you live and where your thoughts are formed.

Humanity has locked itself in one small, claustrophobic, windowless room when an entire, opulent, beautiful, unlimited mansion is its real home. Throw open the doors and windows, pull back the shutters and let the sun shine in and entirely new horizons of knowledge, creativity and accomplishment await you. They were never closed to you; you were never abandoned outside the gates; your only jailer is you and the jail you have imprisoned yourself in is the ‘stories’ you have built around your experiences in a past that is nothing more than a memory! But you have clung to that one small, dark room in fear of what lay outside it. YOU lay outside it … only you … but a broader, more expansive you than you ever imagined was possible. “It’s nothing to be nervous about. It’s an adventure … a great adventure.”

Just changing one small mental construct … from ‘either/or’ to ‘all/and’ or ‘as well as’ … has the power to change your whole worldview.

Oh, Beloved, you gave me some words a couple of weeks ago that speak so clearly to that thought. May I repeat them here?

Of course, they are meant to be shared.

Way Shower

The illusion of selfness binds the world in chains of forgetfulness
Yet all along we yearn to break free
To taste for a moment the wine of endless immersion
Most men fear that taste will rob them of the sanity of separation
We cling to the life raft of me … of mine
When the ocean of we … of ours
Threatens to consume our tiny flame
Merging it in the fire of endless creation
The large “I” frightens when it knocks
At the door of the tiny “i”
Either/or does not give way easily to both/and
We hide behind two
When ONE is so much bigger
In he in whom “as well as” lives no duality is found
Only in him can one find rest from the eternal tug of opposites
In the Valley of Forgetfulness we dwell
Until one comes who has not learned to forget
Who dwells still in the abode of union
Who sees not I and Me but only We
A supernova of brilliant radiance
He offers his selfness freely on the altar of togetherness
And in his offering slays the dragons of our fear filled projections
Polarity finds no scope within his frame
No toe hold to cling to in its ascent
And thus he vanquishes duality
Without lifting a weapon
No need to fight
When “as well as” rules

Sometimes, I surprise myself with what I write. Did you give me these words?

There is no You and I … only WE … on this level or frequency, which is what this poem is about. Don’t you listen to what you write?

Sometimes, but when something like this comes out of me, I hesitate to believe that this level of depth is possible. I am still plagued with more doubt that I am comfortable with.

And we are still working on that. Have some patience … particularly with yourself! Rome wasn’t built in a day and nearly sixty-five years of brainwashing cannot be overcome in a single thought. But have no fear! “We will get there!” In the meantime, just remember:

Whatever happens, don’t let go of my hand!

Oh, don’t worry, Beloved. I’m stuck like glue!

There ya go!

Of course, this more expansive worldview is a threat to the limited, claustrophobic worldview of separation currently ruling your world.

You should be watching me, you should feel threatened
When you sleep, why you creep, you should be threatened
Every time your lady speaks, she speaks to me, threatened
Half of me you’ll never be, so you should feel threatened by me 

You think you’re by yourself, but it’s my touch you felt
I’m not a ghost from hell, but I’ve got a spell on you
Your worst nightmare, it’s me, I’m everywhere
In one blink, I’ll disappear, but then I’ll come back to haunt you
I’m telling you when you lie, I’m the truth
I’m the one watching you,
That’s why you’ve got to be threatened by me

Heal the World2

If enough of you open those blinds and throw back the shutters, the current worldview doesn’t stand the ghost of a chance.

That’s what you did twenty years ago. You were opened (for lack of a better term) to a different perspective … one that was more inclusive and much less limited than your world had prepared you for … in an instant of recognition … and, as a result, you rebelled against the programming. You recognized a ONENESS that your world told you was impossible and that you were insane for even contemplating; and it had even you convinced of your insanity, for a time. Nonetheless, you explored this new way of thinking. You wrote about connections and those around you scoffed and didn’t understand. Yet, you lived those connections and you continue to do so today.

Well, once again, I am finding my reading list meshing together and forming a pattern that I am just beginning to discern. For example, your statement above … to me, at least … is so reminiscent of A Course in Miracles, which I have very recently pulled out of the bookshelf where it has rested for probably about twenty years.

The ego has built a shabby and unsheltering home for you, because it cannot build otherwise. Do not try to make this impoverished house stand. Its weakness is your strength. Only God could make a home that is worthy of His creations, who have chosen to leave it empty by their own dispossession. Yet His home will stand forever, and is ready for you when you choose to enter it. Of this you can be wholly certain. God is as incapable of creating the perishable as the ego is of making the eternal. [A Course in Miracles.]

When I first tried to read The Course, I gave up after the first few pages because it was not making any sense to me. I don’t know if it was the style, structure or my own density, but the book was, basically, incomprehensible to me at that time. Recently, I have dusted it off for our afternoon Library reading sessions and am finding its rhythm soothing and calming (particularly when read aloud) and its content much more accessible than on my previous attempts.

See? When the pupil is ready, the teacher will appear.

Yes, I see … and this is a beautiful illustration of that concept. I am also finding you hiding behind the words of this book. I mean … in places … it’s almost as if you had written it because so much of what you are teaching me in these conversations is reiterated … in different language and structure … within its pages.

Awww, God bless you! Truth is truth; it is changeless. It is forever.

I am your joy
Your Best of Joy
I am the moonlight
You are the spring
Our love’s a sacred thing
You know I always will love you
I am forever
We are forever

In addition, I have become aware of Margott Schuerings’ From King of Pop to Mahatma: Journey of a Great Soul, which was originally published in German in 2010 and has only recently been made available in English. It is a wonderful analysis of the poems and reflections you published in Dancing the Dream from the perspective of the high level of frequency from which they were written. I was initially attracted to the title because of our references to the concept of Great Soul in previous conversations. [See Volume 2, Installment 84] I don’t find the fact that these two volumes coincide so closely terribly shocking because they share that more expansive worldview you mentioned … or refer to the same or similar vibrational frequency … or whatever. What I do find surprising is that a third book, although written from within the more limited perspective of the current paradigm, speaks of some of the same phenomena in similar terms.

As stated above, previously, we have referred to this phenomenon as just that … phenomenon … but I think I’m going to coin the phrase The Michael Effect for it.

Huh? What do you mean The Michael Effect?

I’m sorry, Beloved … I can see that that sentence was totally incomprehensible. Let me see if I can explain what I mean. I think Ms. Schuerings’ gives several marvelous examples of The Michael Effect in the ‘coincidental’ analogy of the caterpillar mentioned above as well as in her recounting of a series of flashmobs that occurred nearly sequentially across the world, beginning very shortly after your Ascension in Stockholm and encompassing Los Angeles, Hong Kong, Paris, Montreal, London, Vienna and Taipeh. In addition, she quotes emails she has received from readers and YouTube videos as indicative of this Effect. In the paragraphs she devotes to these occurrences, one can clearly see these events as a wave rolling across the ocean of consciousness, but until reading her book, I had not made that connection. When I picture a wave approaching the ocean’s shore, I see it building momentum as it rushes toward the beach and this is the image she evokes. This wave, as described in her book, is similar to the waves that are performed at sports events and concerts around the world, but instead of being localized and individual, these waves are more global and communal in nature and scope.

We’ve talked about the ways these waves are manifested many times before when recounting the many chartiable intiatives that have been organized in the wake of your Ascension … the Major Love Prayer worldwide global meditation on the 25th of each month … and the Come Together Over Michael prayer groups … and the numerous ways your children have found of expressing their love for you and their commitment to your ideals, including music, dancing, writing, artistic expressions, poems, videos and websites.

What is happening worldwide since Michael’s disappearance from the earthly stage makes us speechless, as everything that he started during [his] lifetime and blows up any dimensions, borders and imaginations. [From King of Pop to Mahatma]

Exactly! In previous discussions, we’ve just referred to these events as ‘a phenomenon.’ I think we need a name for them and I think The Michael Effect is perfect. I think I’ll patent it and figure out a trademark for it. What do you think?

I think you are so funny! [Michael laughs.]

The third book to which I am referring is Dangerous by Susan Fast (the 100th Volume of the 33 1/3 Series devoted to important albums), Ms. Fast devotes the entire first chapter to the cacophony of noise to be heard within the grooves of the Dangerous album. She cites breaking glass, shrieks, explosions, car engines, honking, sirens, an approaching train, slamming doors and claims:

Spectacle, yes, reproduced or produced as sound — thrilling, electrifying, exhilarating, but sometimes also threatening, angry and ominous. The noise helps create music that is cinematic: the “non-musical” sounds, as things like breaking glass and banging doors in the context of a piece of music are often called, bring in the visual, because unlike “musical” sound, which tends toward the abstract, they often signify particular things, can be associated more easily with specific material objects or ideas.

Ms. Fast refers to the noise as an undercurrent that girds much of the album Dangerous (as well as subsequent albums) and entitles her entire first chapter NOISE, devoting the following pages to the first several songs on the recording, including Jam, Why You Wanna Trip on Me, She Drives Me Wild, Can’t Let Her Get Away, Black or White, etc. stating:

The noise in Jackson’s later records situates the listener in a particular kind of world, the contemporary urban world of upheaval, disruption, instability, of false starts (so many of the electronic sounds are like that – hesitating, incomplete thoughts). It puts modern technologies – cars, trains, synthesizers … bombs – front and center in the sonic landscape. In some cases, this noisiness is linked to rage … [Dangerous]

After reading this chapter (but before I began to really absorb From King of Pop to Mahatma), I wrote the following note in my journal: Noise also could represent the constant, meaningless noise with which we occupy our minds – the circular, repetitive chatter of thoughts that go round and round in our heads which we have inherited and which condition our responses to the world we see and hear around us (and which you referred to in our earlier discussion in Installment 88. I just love how these dialogs seem to expand ideas mentioned in earlier Conversations.) When that noise resolves through questioning our conditioning, creating an expression of artistic dimension or seeing past the perceptions of polarities, the noise becomes reconciled into beautiful rhythms and music.

In A Course in Miracles, much of the text is related to the ego and its incessant attempts to deceive us into believing that we are the roles we play, the illusions in which we believe and that this egoic world is all there is by creating endless stories that continually contribute to judgment, instability, chaos, drama … and even war. According to the text, the ego causes chaos, strife and confusion (noise) because these are the atmospheres in which it feels secure.

Later in Dangerous, Ms. Fast entitles Chapter 4 Soul and begins the chapter with a quote :

My goal in life is to give to the world what I was lucky to receive:
the ecstasy of divine union through my music and my dance.
It’s like my purpose; it’s what I’m here for

Her book is one of the few times I have seen Dancing the Dream: Poems and Reflections mentioned with the obvious exception of Margott Schuerings’ From King of Pop to Mahatma: Journey of a Great Soul. Your beautiful book has been roundly ignored by the critics … or dismissed as sentimental claptrap … but in Mahatma and Dangerous, it is given the importance it deserves. To many of your children, Dancing the Dream is the Bible.

In Chapter 4, the noise previously annotated is reconciled in the sublime realm of artistic expression.

Music is used in most cultures as a means through which to connect with the sacred, as a way to “heighten” the significance of words, to take them and our bodies out of the everyday, to re-fashion our sense of time and create community in a way that only music can do … And in the process express, through music sound, the theology of one consciousness.

…because Jackson has, with such a deft hand, made his spiritual journey here in large part through invoking many musical languages. His musical journey is a metaphor for spiritual seeking.

And in From King of Pop to Mahatma, I find the following:

To realize who you really are you have to be still. That does not mean that you may no longer talk. The noise of the world is not produced by words which come out of our mouths or by sounds. The noise of the world is produced by the permanently active mind which creates endless concepts, produces thoughts incessantly, revivifies imaginations without interruption. The noise of the world comes up because the mind is not able to let a fact, an incident or an observation simply be as it is. In the moment of observation, the mind starts obsessively to analyze the observed, to measure and to classify …

The mind is also incapable of simply resting and being still because this would be a death threat to it. A still mind is no more mind. Instead it makes everything into what it wants it to be and thereby leaves nothing as it is.


The real noise which fills the whole universe and reaches to the farthest corners of the cosmos is the noise in our heads and thoughts, this eternally rattling, ridiculous chatter of the mind, which is okay with nothing and is permanently grumbling. Michael Jackson has always looked in his heart, followed it and was true to himself until [to the point of] self-abandonment.

The mass of people instead listen to conditionings and never question the endless gibberish in the head …

So, all three of the books I am currently reading are referring to noise, but from different … um … levels of vibrational frequency. One of them is admittedly written from the surface, almost wholly physical, materialistic perspective by an academic musicologist, a serious scientist who analyzes the Dangerous album from a sonic and musical, thematically progressive standpoint. Another is written from a more spiritually-oriented, yet highly intellectual while, at the same time, spiritually-insightful analysis of Dancing the Dream: Poems and Reflections, which could be considered as a companion text to the Dangerous album, having been released in very close chronological proximity to it. The third is a highly-regarded, channeled document containing very elevated instructions on the spiritual life, clarifications on correcting ‘errors’ in previously-inspired scriptures of religious traditions and suggestions on overcoming egoic illusions in our modern world.

Yet, all three are referring to the same thing and in similar terms. The Michael Effect in action! It’s a pattern. It’s not a particle, it’s a wave! I envision the explosion of a supernova in which the detonation occurs and permeates the universe in concentric circular waves of energy from the central point to fill the entire cosmos.

Or, maybe … just maybe … a pebble thrown into a pond which produces ripples that radiate out from the point of submersion across the pond of infinity?

Okay, so color me dense!

I lost that crayon a long time ago and, in truth, find that I seldom need it. [Michael laughs.] But seriously, I love your enthusiasm … and I love you MORE!

Michael Jackson’s whole world is soaked with love. After the stone was thrown into the water, he no longer cared if and when and how it was spreading out. Michael also never gave bigger explanations to his work, possibly in wise foresight that explanations always only satisfy the mind, and apart from that distract from the essential things. When we are present with open heart no explanation is necessary. “It is love, it is about love, it is about coming together.”  [From King of Pop to Mahatma.]


[Author’s note: All passages indented but not italicized in this dialog are quoted from: From King of Pop to Mahatma, Dangerous, or A Course in Miracles.]

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