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Today in Michael Jackson HIStory: Oxford Heal The Kids Lecture

Heal The Kids
Oxford University, March 6, 2001 by Michael Jackson

 

Thank you, thank you dear friends, from the bottom of my heart,
for such a loving and spirited welcome, and thank you, Mr. President,
for your kind invitation to me, which I am so honored, to accept. I
also want to express a special thanks to you Shmuley, who for 11 years
served as Rabbi here at Oxford. You and I have been working so hard to
form Heal the Kids, as well as writing our book about childlike
qualities, and in all of our efforts you have been such a supportive
and loving friend. And I would also like to thank Toba Friedman, our
director of operations at Heal the Kids, who is returning tonight to
the alma mater where she served as a Marshall scholar, as well as
Marilyn Piels, another central member of our Heal the Kids team.

I am humbled
to be lecturing in a place that has previously been filled by such
notable figures as Mother Theresa, Albert Einstein, Ronald Reagan,
Robert Kennedy and Malcolm X. I’ve even heard that Kermit the Frog has
made an appearance here, and I’ve always felt a kinship with Kermit’s
message that it’s not easy being green. I’m sure he didn’t find it any
easier being up here than I do!

As I looked
around Oxford today, I couldn’t help but be aware of the majesty and
grandeur of this great institution, not to mention the brilliance of
the great and gifted minds that have roamed these streets for
centuries. The walls of Oxford have not only housed the greatest
philosophical and scientific geniuses – they have also ushered forth
some of the most cherished creators of children’s literature, from
J.R.R. Tolkien to CS Lewis. Today I was allowed to hobble into the
dining hall in Christ Church to see Lewis Carroll’s Alice in Wonderland
immortalized in the stained glass windows. And even one of my own
fellow Americans, the beloved Dr Seuss graced these halls and then went
on to leave his mark on the imaginations of millions of children
throughout the world.

I suppose I
should start by listing my qualifications to speak before you this
evening. Friends, I do not claim to have the academic expertise of
other speakers who have addressed this hall, just as they could lay
little claim at being adept at the moonwalk – and you know, Einstein in
particular was really TERRIBLE at that.

But I do have
a claim to having experienced more places and cultures than most people
will ever see. Human knowledge consists not only of libraries of
parchment and ink – it is also comprised of the volumes of knowledge
that are written on the human heart, chiseled on the human soul, and
engraved on the human psyche. And friends, I have encountered so much
in this relatively short life of mine that I still cannot believe I am
only 42. I often tell Shmuley that in soul years I’m sure that I’m at
least 80 – and tonight I even walk like I’m 80! So please harken to my
message, because what I have to tell you tonight can bring healing to
humanity and healing to our planet.

Through the
grace of God, I have been fortunate to have achieved many of my
artistic and professional aspirations realized early in my lifetime.
But these friends, are accomplishments, and accomplishments alone are
not synonymous with who I am. Indeed, the cheery five-year-old who
belted out Rockin’ Robin and Ben to adoring crowds was not indicative
of the boy behind the smile.

Tonight, I
come before you less as an icon of pop (whatever that means anyway),
and more as an icon of a generation, a generation that no longer knows
what it means to be children.

All of us are
products of our childhood. But I am the product of a lack of a
childhood, an absence of that precious and wondrous age when we frolic
playfully without a care in the world, basking in the adoration of
parents and relatives, where our biggest concern is studying for that
big spelling test come Monday morning.

Those of you
who are familiar with the Jackson Five know that I began performing at
the tender age of five and that ever since then, I haven’t stopped
dancing or singing. But while performing and making music undoubtedly
remain as some of my greatest joys, when I was young I wanted more than
anything else to be a typical little boy. I wanted to build tree
houses, have water balloon fights, and play hide and seek with my
friends. But fate had it otherwise and all I could do was envy the
laughter and playtime that seemed to be going on all around me.

There was no
respite from my professional life. But on Sundays I would go
Pioneering, the term used for the missionary work that Jehovah’s
Witnesses do. And it was then that I was able to see the magic of other
people’s childhood.

Since I was
already a celebrity, I would have to don a disguise of fat suit, wig,
beard and glasses and we would spend the day in the suburbs of Southern
California, going door-to-door or making the rounds of shopping malls,
distributing our Watchtower magazine. I loved to set foot in all those
regular suburban houses and catch sight of the shag rugs and La-Z-Boy
armchairs with kids playing Monopoly and grandmas baby-sitting and all
those wonderful, ordinary and starry scenes of everyday life. Many, I
know, would argue that these things seem like no big deal. But to me
they were mesmerizing.

I used to
think that I was unique in feeling that I was without a childhood. I
believed that indeed there were only a handful with whom I could share
those feelings. When I recently met with Shirley Temple Black, the
great child star of the 1930s, and 40s, we said nothing to each other
at first; we simply cried together, for she could share a pain with me
that only others like my close friends Elizabeth Taylor and McCauley
Culkin know.

I do not tell
you this to gain your sympathy but to impress upon you my first
important point: It is not just Hollywood child stars that have
suffered from a non-existent childhood. Today, it’s a universal
calamity, a global catastrophe. Childhood has become the great casualty
of modern-day living. All around us we are producing scores of kids who
have not had the joy, who have not been accorded the right, who have
not been allowed the freedom, or knowing what it’s like to be a kid.

Today children
are constantly encouraged to grow up faster, as if this period known as
childhood is a burdensome stage, to be endured and ushered through, as
swiftly as possible. And on that subject, I am certainly one of the
world’s greatest experts.

Ours is a
generation that has witnessed the abrogation of the parent-child
covenant. Psychologists are publishing libraries of books detailing the
destructive effects of denying one’s children the unconditional love
that is so necessary to the healthy development of their minds and
character. And because of all the neglect, too many of our kids have,
essentially, to raise themselves. They are growing more distant from
their parents, grandparents and other family members, as all around us
the indestructible bond that once glued together the generations,
unravels.

This violation
has bred a new generation; Generation O let us call it, that has now
picked up the torch from Generation X. The O stands for a generation
that has everything on the outside – wealth, success, fancy clothing,
and fancy cars, but an aching emptiness on the inside. That cavity in
our chests, that barrenness at our core, that void in our center is the
place where the heart once beat and which love once occupied.

And it’s not
just the kids who are suffering. It’s the parents as well. For the more
we cultivate little-adults in kids’-bodies, the more removed we
ourselves become from our own child-like qualities, and there is so
much about being a child that is worth retaining in adult life.

Love, ladies
and gentlemen, is the human family’s most precious legacy, its richest
bequest, its golden inheritance. And it is a treasure that is handed
down from one generation to another. Previous ages may not have had the
wealth we enjoy. Their houses may have lacked electricity, and they
squeezed their many kids into small homes without central heating. But
those homes had no darkness, nor were they cold. They were lit bright
with the glow of love and they were warmed snugly by the very heat of
the human heart. Parents, undistracted by the lust for luxury and
status, accorded their children primacy in their lives.

As you all
know, our two countries broke from each other over what Thomas
Jefferson referred to as “certain inalienable rights”. And while we
Americans and British might dispute the justice of his claims, what has
never been in dispute is that children have certain inalienable rights,
and the gradual erosion of those rights has led to scores of children
worldwide being denied the joys and security of childhood.

I would
therefore like to propose tonight that we install in every home a
Children’s Universal Bill of Rights, the tenets of which are:

1. The right to be loved without having to earn it

2. The right to be protected, without having to deserve it

3. The right to feel valuable, even if you came into the world with nothing

4. The right to be listened to without having to be interesting

5. The right to be read a bedtime story, without having to compete with the evening news

6. The right to an education without having to dodge bullets at schools

7. The right to be thought of as adorable – (even if you have a face that only a mother could love).

Friends, the
foundation of all human knowledge, the beginning of human
consciousness, must be that each and every one of us is an object of
love. Before you know if you have red hair or brown, before you know if
you are black or white, before you know of what religion you are a
part, you have to know that you are loved.

About twelve
years ago, when I was just about to start my Bad tour, a little boy
came with his parents to visit me at home in California. He was dying
of cancer and he told me how much he loved my music and me. His parents
told me that he wasn’t going to live, that any day he could just go,
and I said to him: “Look, I am going to be coming to your town in
Kansas to open my tour in three months. I want you to come to the show.
I am going to give you this jacket that I wore in one of my videos.”
His eyes lit up and he said: “You are gonna GIVE it to me?” I said
“Yeah, but you have to promise that you will wear it to the show.” I
was trying to make him hold on. I said: “When you come to the show I
want to see you in this jacket and in this glove” and I gave him one of
my rhinestone gloves – and I never usually give the rhinestone gloves
away. And he was just in heaven.

But maybe he
was too close to heaven, because when I came to his town, he had
already died, and they had buried him in the glove and jacket. He was
just 10 years old. God knows, I know, that he tried his best to hold
on. But at least when he died, he knew that he was loved, not only by
his parents, but even by me, a near stranger, I also loved him. And
with all of that love he knew that he didn’t come into this world
alone, and he certainly didn’t leave it alone.

If you enter
this world knowing you are loved and you leave this world knowing the
same, then everything that happens in between can he dealt with. A
professor may degrade you, but you will not feel degraded, a boss may
crush you, but you will not be crushed, a corporate gladiator might
vanquish you, but you will still triumph. How could any of them truly
prevail in pulling you down? For you know that you are an object worthy
of love. The rest is just packaging.

But if you
don’t have that memory of being loved, you are condemned to search the
world for something to fill you up. But no matter how much money you
make or how famous you become, you will still fell empty. What you are
really searching for is unconditional love, unqualified acceptance. And
that was the one thing that was denied to you at birth.

Friends, let
me paint a picture for you. Here is a typical day in America – six
youths under the age of 20 will commit suicide, 12 children under the
age of 20 will die from firearms – remember this is a DAY, not a year –
399 kids will be arrested for drug abuse, 1,352 babies will be born to
teen mothers. This is happening in one of the richest, most developed
countries in the history of the world.

Yes, in my
country there is an epidemic of violence that parallels no other
industrialized nation. These are the ways young people in America
express their hurt and their anger. But don’t think that there is not
the same pain and anguish among their counterparts in the United
Kingdom. Studies in this country show that every single hour, three
teenagers in the UK inflict harm upon themselves, often by cutting or
burning their bodies or taking an overdose. This is how they have
chosen to cope with the pain of neglect and emotional agony.

In Britain, as
many as 20% of families will only sit down and have dinner together
once a year. Once a year! And what about the time-honored tradition of
reading your kid a bedtime story? Research from the 1980s showed that
children who are read to, had far greater literacy and significantly
outperformed their peers at school. And yet, less than 33% of British
children ages two to eight have a regular bedtime story read to them.
You may not think much of that until you take into account that 75% of
their parents DID have that bedtime story when they were that age.

Clearly, we do
not have to ask ourselves where all of this pain, anger, and violent
behavior comes from. It is self-evident that children are thundering
against the neglect, quaking against the indifference and crying out
just to be noticed. The various child protection agencies in the US say
that millions of children are victims of maltreatment in the form of
neglect, in the average year. Yes, neglect. In rich homes, privileged
homes, wired to the hilt with every electronic gadget. Homes where
parents come home, but they’re not really home, because their heads are
still at the office. And their kids? Well, their kids just make do with
whatever emotional crumbs they get. And you don’t get much from endless
TV, computer games, and videos.

These hard,
cold numbers which for me, wrench the soul and shake the spirit, should
indicate to you why I have devoted so much of my time and resources
into making our new Heal the Kids initiative a colossal success.

Our goal is
simple – to recreate the parent/child bond, renew its promise and light
the way forward for all the beautiful children who are destined one day
to walk this earth.

But since this
is my first public lecture, and you have so warmly welcomed me into
your hearts, I feel that I want to tell you more. We each have our own
story, and in that sense statistics can become personal.

They say that
parenting is like dancing. You take one step, your child takes another.
I have discovered that getting parents to re-dedicate themselves to
their children is only half the story. The other half is preparing the
children to re-accept their parents.

When I was
very young I remember that we had this crazy mutt of a dog named “Black
Girl,” a mix of wolf and retriever. Not only wasn’t she much of a guard
dog, she was such a scared and nervous thing that it is a wonder she
did not pass out every time a truck rumbled by, or a thunderstorm swept
through Indiana. My sister Janet and I gave that dog so much love, but
we never really won back the sense of trust that had been stolen from
her by her previous owner. We knew he used to beat her. We didn’t know
with what. But whatever it was, it was enough to suck the spirit right
out of that dog.

A lot of kids
today are hurt puppies who have weaned themselves off the need for
love. They couldn’t care less about their parents. Left to their own
devices, they cherish their independence. They have moved on and have
left their parents behind.

Then there are
the far worse cases of children who harbor animosity and resentment
toward their parents, so that any overture that their parents might
undertake would be thrown forcefully back in their face.

Tonight, I
don’t want any of us to make this mistake. That’s why I’m calling upon
all the world’s children – beginning with all of us here tonight – to
forgive our parents, if we felt neglected. Forgive them and teach them
how to love again.

You probably
weren’t surprised to hear that I did not have an idyllic childhood. The
strain and tension that exists in my relationship with my own father is
well documented. My father is a tough man and he pushed my brothers and
me hard, from the earliest age, to be the best performers we could be.

He had great
difficulty showing affection. He never really told me he loved me. And
he never really complimented me either. If I did a great show, he would
tell me it was a good show. And if I did an OK show, he told me it was
a lousy show.

He seemed
intent, above all else, on making us a commercial success. And at that
he was more than adept. My father was a managerial genius and my
brothers and I owe our professional success, in no small measure, to
the forceful way that he pushed us. He trained me as a showman and
under his guidance I couldn’t miss a step.

But what I
really wanted was a Dad. I wanted a father who showed me love. And my
father never did that. He never said I love you while looking me
straight in the eye; he never played a game with me. He never gave me a
piggyback ride; he never threw a pillow at me, or a water balloon.

But I remember
once when I was about four years old, there was a little carnival and
he picked me up and put me on a pony. It was a tiny gesture, probably
something he forgot five minutes later. But because of that moment I
have this special place in my heart for him. Because that’s how kids
are, the little things mean so much to them and for me, that one moment
meant everything. I only experienced it that one time, but it made me
feel really good, about him and the world.

But now I am a
father myself, and one day I was thinking about my own children, Prince
and Paris and how I wanted them to think of me when they grow up. To be
sure, I would like them to remember how I always wanted them with me
wherever I went, how I always tried to put them before everything else.
But there are also challenges in their lives. Because my kids are
stalked by paparazzi, they can’t always go to a park or a movie with
me.

So what if
they grow older and resent me, and how my choices impacted their youth?
Why weren’t we given an average childhood like all the other kids, they
might ask? And at that moment I pray that my children will give me the
benefit of the doubt. That they will say to themselves: “Our daddy did
the best he could, given the unique circumstances that he faced. He may
not have been perfect, but he was a warm and decent man, who tried to
give us all the love in the world.”

I hope that
they will always focus on the positive things, on the sacrifices I
willingly made for them, and not criticize the things they had to give
up, or the errors I’ve made, and will certainly continue to make, in
raising them. For we have all been someone’s child, and we know that
despite the very best of plans and efforts, mistakes will always occur.
That’s just being human.

And when I
think about this, of how I hope that my children will not judge me
unkindly, and will forgive my shortcomings, I am forced to think of my
own father and despite my earlier denials, I am forced to admit that me
must have loved me. He did love me, and I know that.

There were
little things that showed it. When I was a kid I had a real sweet tooth
– we all did. My favorite food was glazed doughnuts and my father knew
that. So every few weeks I would come downstairs in the morning and
there on the kitchen counter was a bag of glazed doughnuts – no note,
no explanation – just the doughnuts. It was like Santa Claus.

Sometimes I
would think about staying up late at night, so I could see him leave
them there, but just like with Santa Claus, I didn’t want to ruin the
magic for fear that he would never do it again. My father had to leave
them secretly at night; so as no one might catch him with his guard
down. He was scared of human emotion, he didn’t understand it or know
how to deal with it. But he did know doughnuts.

And when I
allow the floodgates to open up, there are other memories that come
rushing back, memories of other tiny gestures, however imperfect, that
showed that he did what he could. So tonight, rather than focusing on
what my father didn’t do, I want to focus on all the things he did do
and on his own personal challenges. I want to stop judging him.

I have started
reflecting on the fact that my father grew up in the South, in a very
poor family. He came of age during the Depression and his own father,
who struggled to feed his children, showed little affection towards his
family and raised my father and his siblings with an iron fist. Who
could have imagined what it was like to grow up a poor black man in the
South, robbed of dignity, bereft of hope, struggling to become a man in
a world that saw my father as subordinate? I was the first black artist
to be played on MTV and I remember how big a deal it was even then. And
that was in the 80s!

My father
moved to Indiana and had a large family of his own, working long hours
in the steel mills, work that kills the lungs and humbles the spirit,
all to support his family. Is it any wonder that he found it difficult
to expose his feelings? Is it any mystery that he hardened his heart,
that he raised the emotional ramparts? And most of all, is it any
wonder why he pushed his sons so hard to succeed as performers, so that
they could be saved from what he knew to be a life of indignity and
poverty?

I have begun
to see that even my father’s harshness was a kind of love, an imperfect
love, to be sure, but love nonetheless. He pushed me because he loved
me. Because he wanted no man ever to look down at his offspring.

And now with
time, rather than bitterness, I feel blessing. In the place of anger, I
have found absolution. And in the place of revenge I have found
reconciliation. And my initial fury has slowly given way to
forgiveness.

Almost a
decade ago, I founded a charity called Heal the World. The title was
something I felt inside me. Little did I know, as Shmuley later pointed
out, that those two words form the cornerstone of Old Testament
prophecy. Do I really believe that we can heal this world that is
riddled with war and genocide, even today? And do I really think that
we can heal our children, the same children who can enter their schools
with guns and hatred and shoot down their classmates, like they did at
Columbine? Or children, who can beat a defenseless toddler to death,
like the tragic story of Jamie Bulger? Of course I do, or I wouldn’t be
here tonight.

But it all
begins with forgiveness, because to heal the world, we first have to
heal ourselves. And to heal the kids, we first have to heal the child
within, each and every one of us. As an adult, and as a parent, I
realize that I cannot be a whole human being, nor a parent capable of
unconditional love, until I put to rest the ghosts of my own childhood.

And that’s
what I’m asking all of us to do tonight. Live up to the fifth of the
Ten Commandments. Honor your parents by not judging them. Give them the
benefit of the doubt.

That is why I
want to forgive my father and to stop judging him. I want to forgive my
father, because I want a father, and this is the only one that I’ve
got. I want the weight of my past lifted from my shoulders and I want
to be free to step into a new relationship with my father, for the rest
of my life, unhindered by the goblins of the past.

In a world
filled with hate, we must still dare to hope. In a world filled with
anger, we must still dare to comfort. In a world filled with despair,
we must still dare to dream. And in a world filled with distrust, we
must still dare to believe.

To all of you
tonight who feel let down by your parents, I ask you to let down your
disappointment. To all of you tonight who feel cheated by your fathers
or mothers, I ask you not to cheat yourself further. And to all of you
who wish to push your parents away, I ask you to extend you hand to
them instead. I am asking you, I am asking myself, to give our parents
the gift of unconditional love, so that they too may learn how to love
from us, their children. So that love will finally be restored to a
desolate and lonely world.

Shmuley once
mentioned to me an ancient Biblical prophecy, which says that a new
world and a new time would come, when “the hearts of the parents would
be restored through the hearts of their children”. My friends, we are
that world, we are those children.

Mahatma Gandhi
said: “The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the
strong.” Tonight, be strong. Beyond being strong, rise to the greatest
challenge of all – to restore that broken covenant. We must all
overcome whatever crippling effects our childhoods may have had on our
lives and in the words of Jesse Jackson, forgive each other, redeem
each other and move on.

This call for
forgiveness may not result in Oprah moments the world over, with
thousands of children making up with their parents, but it will at
least be a start, and we’ll all be so much happier as a result.

And so ladies and gentlemen, I conclude my remarks tonight with faith, joy and excitement.

From this day forward, may a new song be heard.

Let that new song be the sound of children laughing.

Let that new song be the sound of children playing.

Let that new song be the sound of children singing.

And let that new song be the sound of parents listening.

Together, let us create a symphony of hearts, marvelling at the miracle of our children and basking in the beauty of love.

Let us heal the world and blight its pain.

And may we all make beautiful music together.

God bless you, and I love you.

Michael Jackson


Remember the Time: Michael Jackson – Grammy Legend 1993

35th Annual Grammy Awards

        
        

Michael Jackson the Legend

"…it feels good to be thought of as a person, not as a personality.
Because I don’t read all the things written about me, I wasn’t aware
that the world thought I was so weird and bizarre. But when you grow up
as I did, in front of one hundred million people since the age of five,
you’re automatically different. The last few weeks, I have been
cleansing myself and it’s been a rebirth of myself. It’s like a cleansing spirit.

My childhood was completely taken away from me. There was no Christmas,
there were no birthdays, it was not a normal childhood, nor normal
pleasures of childhood – those were exchanged for hard work, struggling
pain, and eventual material and professional success.  But as an awful
price, I cannot re-create that part of my life, nor would I change any
part of my life.

However, today, when I create my music, I feel like an
instrument of nature. I wonder what delight nature must feel when we
open our hearts and express our god-given talents. The sound of
approval rolls across the universe, and the whole world abounds in
magic, wonder fills our hearts, for what we’ve glimpsed, for an
instant, the playfulness of life.

And that’s why I love children and
learned so much from being around them. I realized that many of our
world’s problems today – from the inner city crime, to large scale wars
and terrorism, and our overcrowded prisons, are a result of the fact
that children have had their childhood stolen from them. The magic, the
wonder, the mystery, and the innocence of a child’s heart, are the
seeds of creativity that will heal the world.  I really believe that.

What we need to learn from children isn’t childish. Being with them
connects us to the deeper wisdom of life, which is ever-present and only
ask to believe. They know the way to solutions that lie waiting to be recognized within our own hearts. Today, I would like to thank all the
children of the world, including the sick and deprived…I am so
sensitive to your pain.

I also want to thank all those who have helped me to channel my
talent here on earth. From the beginning, my parents, all my brothers
and sisters, especially Janet. I am so proud of her, it’s incredible. I
mean, I remember when we were little, I used to ask her to be Ginger
Rogers, while I was Fred Astaire….. The Motown family, my teacher
Berry GordyDiana Ross, I love you. Suzanne De Passe. The wonderful,
great Quincy Jones. Teddy Riley. My new godson Michael Gibb. My new
Sony family, Akio Morita, Mickey Schulhoff, Tommy Mottola, Dave Glew,
Polly Anthony…Thanks for making one of my most creative efforts, the
album Dangerous, such an incredible success. I love you all so much.
Sandy Gallin, Jim Morey.

All the fantastic fans around the world, I
love you very much."

~ Michael Jackson 1993



In the Words of Michael

"THE TIME HAS COME.
IT IS NOW I SEE AND FEEL THAT CALLING ONCE AGAIN,
TO BE PART OF A MUSIC
THAT WILL NOT JUST CONNECT BUT, MAKE ALL FEEL ONE,
ONE IN JOY, ONE IN
PAIN, ONE IN LOVE, ONE IN SERVICE AND IN CONSCIOUSNESS. "

MICHAEL JACKSON  MichaelJacksonLive.com  2009

"I
respect the sequence of magic of nature. That’s why it makes me so
angry when I see these things happening here on earth. That every
second I hear the size of a football field is torn down in the Amazon. 
These things really bother me.  That’s why I wrote these kind of songs,
to give a sense of awareness and awakening and hope to people. 

I
love the Planet, I love the trees.  I have this thing for trees – the
colors and changing of leaves.  I love it.  I respect these kind of
things.  I really think that nature is trying so hard to compensate for
man’s mismanagement of the planet.  Because the planet is sick, like a
fever. 

It’s like a runway train.  When the times comes, then
This Is It.  If we don’t fix it now, it would be a point of no return. 
This is our last chance to fix the problem that we have.  If we don’t
take care of it, then who?  It starts with us.  With us.  Or else it
would never be done.  We have four years to get it right.  After that
it would be irreversible. Let’s take care of the planet." 

Michael Jackson This Is It 2009

"I’m very concerned about the plight
of the international global warming phenomenon. I knew it was coming,
but I wish they would have gotten people’s interest sooner. But it’s
never too late. It’s been described as a runaway train; if we don’t
stop it, we’ll never get it back. So we have to fix it, now. That’s
what I was trying to do with "Earth Song," "Heal the World," "We Are
the World," writing those songs to open up people’s consciousness. I
wish people would listen to every word."


"Music has been my outlet, my gift to all of the lovers in this world.

Through it — my music, I know I will live forever…"  

Michael Jackson  Ebony Magazine  December 2007

"Each
day I take time out to study the Bible, no matter where I am. The
teachings of the Bible have added a new dimension to my life. It,
somehow, makes me whole."

Michael Jackson

"Black Stars" Magazine 1976

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Was Michael Jackson the World’s Biggest Environmentalist?

environmental legacy
       
UPDATE 1/29/10

Michael Jackson’s “Earth Song” in 3D Tribute on Grammy Awards

by Roberta Cruger, Los Angeles

A mega-hit across Europe in 1995, reaching No. 1 in the UK, selling a record-breaking million copies – Michael Jackson’s “Earth Song”Jackson’s stand on the planet. So what was wrong with using the original powerful “Earth Song” music video?


“Earth Song” was never released in the US. It will finally get its chance to be
heard here when featured as part of a tribute to the late entertainer
on the Grammy Awards this Sunday, January 31. A star-filled lineup will
sing along to the haunting environmental song with a special 3D
mini-film to accompany the performance. Created specifically for the
sold-out “This Is It” show scheduled last year in London before his
death, the above 30-second excerpt doesn’t quite show.

Was Michael Jackson the World’s Biggest Environmentalist?

Treehugger asked last June on his passing. It’s great that the Grammy’s
will feature this song when posthumously presenting his “Lifetime
Achievement Award.” The segment will feature a curious assortment of
singers: Jennifer Hudson, Smokey Robinson, Carrie Underwood, Celine
Dion, and Usher with the film projected on a giant LED screen, also
showing photos of Jackson during the homage.

Pretty glitzy presentation with lots of over-the-top voices and not
as effective as his music video, shot in four locations – the Amazonian
Rainforest, Croatia, Tanzania, and the US, released off his HIStory: Past, Present and Future, Book I
album. Though seven minutes long, parts could have been converted to
3D. Take a look for yourself, watch through the end credits, and
compare to Sunday’s salute. Jackson and the concert producers, no
doubt, wanted to give British audiences something they hadn’t seen
already, since it was his biggest hit there. You can get a pair of
Grammy 3D glasses this weekend at Target free-of-charge.

Musicians continue to take a crack at an effective environmental anthem,
but Jackson did it. So now it’s time for Epic/Sony Records to release
“Earth Song” in the US with proceeds going to an environmental
foundation in Jackson’s name? That’s a fitting, timely and meaningful
tribute to his legacy.

Treehugger

by Alex Pasternack, New York, NY

Jackson’s “Earth Song,” His Biggest UK Chart-Topper, Wasn’t Released As a Single in America

Michael Jackson was famous for his socially-conscious music,
but “Earth Song,” his big, bold environmental call-to-arms, is often
overlooked. Still, by sheer dint of his reach, the song might have made
Jackson (who bears no relation to U.S. EPA chief Lisa Jackson) a kind of super-sized Al Gore, a decade before An Inconvenient Truth.

“Earth Song” is indisputably the most popular green-themed tune
ever. It remains Jackson’s best-selling song in the U.K. (yes, bigger
than “Thriller” or “Billie Jean”), and beat out the Beatles’ first
single in 25 years for the top spot on the British charts. But the
song, and its lavish globe-trotting video, barely registered in the U.S.

Record executives at Epic apparently didn’t think it had much life
stateside. Perhaps the themes of ecological destruction weren’t suited
to pop radio in the U.S. market, or the song’s musical approach —
gospel, blues and opera — was considered too offbeat for American
audiences.

Whatever the reason, the song was never released as a single in
Jackson’s home country. And the dramatic music video — shot in four
different places and depicting man-made ecological devastation and
renewal — was only rarely played on American MTV.

Jackson performed “Earth Song” at the 1996
World Music Awards in France, backed up by a choir of young children
and cheered on by a crowd of crying fans.

The Whole Earth Catalog — Except Global Warming

With its themes of drought, over-fishing, deforestation, pollution and war,
the song and video speaks as loudly today as it did in 1996. And its
image of smog being sucked back into a smokestack foreshadows the
ambitious hopes of clean coal proponents.

Notably absent however was what has become the most talked-about environmental issue: climate change.

At the time, climate change was still a relative seedling of an
ecological crisis to many (and the science of greenhouse gases doesn’t
lend itself easily to the pop form). Still, heard by millions, “Earth
Song” was pop music’s biggest environmental song, and probably the
first ecological eye-opener for millions of young fans. The message was
clear: we are the world indeed, and we need to take care of it
accordingly.

In the epic music video,
scenes of environmental destruction and war are cut with Jackson
wandering across a landscape of drought and fire, before he does his
yell-through-the-wind thing, undoing all of our ecological damage like
magic.

It was named by MTV one of the top 40 most expensive music videos,
and was also likely one of the most carbon-heavy, too: locations
included the Amazon rainforest, Croatia, Tanzania, and Warwick, New
York, where a safe forest fire was simulated in a corn field.

Since it was filmed, more than 38,600 square miles have been cleared for pasture in the Amazon, where deforested land now equals the size of Iceland.

Here’s what Jackson said of the song:


I remember writing Earth Song when I was in Austria, in a hotel. And I
was feeling so much pain and so much suffering of the plight of the
Planet Earth. And for me, this is Earth’s Song, because I think nature
is trying so hard to compensate for man’s mismanagement of the Earth.
And with the ecological unbalance going on, and a lot of the problems
in the environment, I think earth feels the pain, and she has wounds,
and it’s about some of the joys of the planet as well. But this is my
chance to pretty much let people hear the voice of the planet.

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I respect the sequence of magic of nature. That’s why it makes me so
angry when I see these things happening here on earth. That every
second I hear the size of a football field is torn down in the Amazon.
These things really bother me.  That’s why I wrote these kind of songs,
to give a sense of awareness and awakening and hope to people. 

I love the Planet, I love the trees.  I have this thing for trees – the
colors and changing of leaves.  I love it.  I respect these kind of
things.  I really think that nature is trying so hard to compensate for
man’s mismanagement of the planet.  Because the planet is sick, like a
fever.

It’s like a runway train.  When the times comes, then
This Is It.  If we don’t fix it now, it would be a point of no return.
This is our last chance to fix the problem that we have.  If we don’t
take care of it, then who?  It starts with us.  With us.  Or else it
would never be done.  We have four years to get it right.  After that
it would be irreversible. Let’s take care of the planet.

Michael Jackson This Is It 2009

Q&A: Michael Jackson, In His Own Words


EbonySo, you play on a world stage. How do you see the shape of the world today?

Michael: I’m very concerned about the plight
of the international global warming phenomenon. I knew it was coming,
but I wish they would have gotten people’s interest sooner. But it’s
never too late. It’s been described as a runaway train; if we don’t
stop it, we’ll never get it back. So we have to fix it, now. That’s
what I was trying to do with “Earth Song,” “Heal the World,” “We Are
the World,” writing those songs to open up people’s consciousness. I
wish people would listen to every word.

Ebony Magazine December 2007


The Innocent Man: Michael Jackson / Modern-day Martyr

MICHAEL JACKSON The Innocent Man, 2005

A single page of lyrics entitled ‘The Innocent Man’, the 13 lines for the chorus written in pencil beginning: ‘If I sail to Acapulco’, and ending: ‘And only God knew I was innocent now’. 28 x 21.5 cm. (11 x 8 1/2 in). These lyrics were apparently written during the trial in 2005.

ESTIMATE £8,000-12,000
PROVENANCE Private collection, United States

If I sail to Acapulco or Cancun Mexico
There the law is waiting for me
and God knows that I’m innocent

If they won’t take me in Cairo
then Lord, where will I go?

I’ll die a man without a country
and only God knew I was innocent now.

Phillips de Pury Auctions

David LaChapelle on his lookalike portrait of the King of Pop

The celebrity photographer and artist David LaChapelle had always wanted to
take a portrait of Michael Jackson, and nearly did: several shoots were
lined up and cancelled as Jackson grew increasingly wary. “Photographers
weren’t nice to him,” says LaChapelle.

“He got scared.”

After Jackson’s
death LaChapelle decided to pay tribute, photographing a young lookalike in
Hawaii, just outside his own home: a 25-acre ranch on the coast, three hours
from the nearest shop. He moved there three years ago, turning his back on
lucrative contracts with Vanity Fair, Italian Vogue and Rolling Stone. The
“devil” in red is a friend who performs in the Cirque du Soleil. The image
forms part of a trilogy inspired by Mexican saint cards. LaChapelle is
convinced that Jackson was an innocent man.


“I don’t think he was capable of hurting anyone,” he says. “I think there’s
something really biblical about what happened. His lyrics are so naive and
so beautiful. It’s one of the most epic stories of our time, to go from such
heights to such depths.

He’s a modern-day martyr.”

Lachapelle Studio


Michael’s Message


“I
assure you that unless you change and become like children, you will
never enter the Kingdom of heaven. The greatest in the Kingdom of
heaven is the one who humbles himself and becomes like this child. And
whoever welcomes in my name one such child as this, welcomes me.”
(Matthew 18:3)


“I’m
trying to imitate Jesus in the fact that he said to be like children,
to love children, to be as pure as children, and to make yourself as
innocent and to see the world through eyes of wonderment and the whole
magical quality of it all and I love that.” (Michael Jackson talks to
Oprah, 1993)

“The innocence of children represents to me the
source of infinite creativity. That is the potential of every human
being. But by the time you are an adult, you’re conditioned …” (Michael Jackson, Ebony, 1992)

Yes, but what about all of this talking about
innocence? Why should it be of interest to be like that and live like
that? Isn’t it in the nature of mankind to grow, to develop and
automatically become an adult? And what does Michael mean with
‘conditioning’?

The first is quite clear — a child sees and
enjoys the world differently from an adult. For the child everything is
new. It gazes the wonder of creation with fascination and joy. Many
adults have lost that ability, because everything became too common and
too natura. Well, and because it’s almost embarassing to bend down at
the wayside just to let a ladybird crawling onto your finger, to admire
its beauty, whisper a wish and then send him away into an unknow
journey — and all that while you have just been deepened in a
conversation about politics in the USA. Besides, if you do bend down,
those disturbing fat-rings emerge so much — and what does that look
like??! … That’s by the way, what Michael might mean with
‘conditioning’ — with time adults built their own rules how to behave
in different situations. Stimuluis-Reaction, a simple scheme. But it’s
nothing more than learned reactions with hardly any spontanaety. The
child immediately would ran over to the bug with an exultant scream —
not a second thinking about if what it does is appropriate, nice and
right. It simply does it, and wise people know: this unreflected
reaction is the much more appropriate, nice and right one. Because it
creates a connection from man and nature and pets the soul.

“Yet
there is a deep truth in innocence. A baby looks in his mother’s eyes,
and all he sees is love. As innocence fades away, more complicated
things take its place.” (Michael Jackson, Innocence, Dancing the Dream)

“I
think what they get from me I get from them … My greatest inspiration
comes from kids. Each song, every dance I do, all the poetry I write.
It’s all inspired from this level of innocence, that consciousness of
purity. And children have that. I see God in the face of children.”
(Michael Jackson, Living with Michael Jackson, 2003)

The other
thing is that children only want one thing: being loved. They don’t
manipulate others for reasons. Well, actually that’s not the full
truth. One of the first things children learn in their life is how to
get other people doing something they want them to. So to say,
screaming and crying to get attention and care. But this is not the
same like manipulating in the way adults do to get advantages out of
it. Children just want to reach things they need to survive and stay
healthy. Most of all that’s love. If a child is full and loved it
hardly longs for something else. In the same way Michael seems to want
nothing more than being loved: “Before you judge me, try hard to love
me.” (Michael Jackson, Childhood, HIStory).

“I just simply want
to be loved wherever I go. All over the world, because I love people of
all races from my heart, with true affection.” (Michael Jackson talks
to Oprah, 1993)

The motives of adultes who reach out for certain
things seem to lie widely beyond this aera. Grown people can derogate
others and hurt them very much, just to enrich themselves. And who
knows better than Michael Jackson who had been betrayed and abused by
so many adultes — and everything motivated by the greed for might and
wealth! “Adultes have let me down. Adultes have let the world down.”
(Living with Michael Jackson, 2003).

Michael’s biggest wish is
that we all again become children in our hearts. Because he believes
that that’s the way to rescue our world. This is Michael Jackson’s real
mission, and he strongly believes in it like all prophets do.

"I’ve
travelled the world over eight times. I do as many hospitals and
orphanages as I do concerts. But, of course, it’s not covered. That’s
not why I do it, for coverage. I do it because it’s from my heart. And
there are so many children in the city who haven’t seen the mountains,
who haven’t been on a carousel, who haven’t pet a horse or a llama,
never seen them, so if I can open my gates and see that bliss, an
explosion of screaming laughter from the children and they run on the
rides, I say ‘Thank you, God.’ I feel I’ve won God’s smile of approval,
because I’m doing something that brings joy and happiness to other
people." (Michael Jackson, People, ‘At large’ with Geraldo Rivera, 2005)

“Child of innocence, I miss your sunny days …
Child of innocence, return to me now …
Child of innocence … Come fly with me far and above
Over the mountains in the land of love …
Child of innocence, messenger of joy,
You’ve touched my heart …
My soul is ablaze with a flagrant fire
To change this world is my deepest desire.”
(Michael Jackson, Child of Innocence, Dancing the Dream)
“Children of the world, we’ll do it …
We’ll swing the tide of time and do it …
Children of the world, we’ll do it …
With song and dance and innocent bliss …
We’ll do it.”

(Michael Jackson, Children of the World, Dancing the Dream)

Let’s
go back to the Rabbi who said that Michael seems to sit in Paradise,
playing and waiting that all people go the same way to live toghether
with one another and with nature in peace and harmony. And in no way is
Michael alone with this point of view or better: this feeling:

“A great man is the one who kept a childlike heart.” Menicus, confucian philosopher.

“I love children and young, innocent souls. I don’t admit blaming them.” Sathya Sai Baba.

And
finally there’s God … To be so tight to life and nature and to keep
such a close relation to children, you also have to keep a close
connection to God. From their source children naturally are much
tighter to God than older people. And without any doubt Michael Jackson
believes very much in God. “I believe in God, absolutely, absolutely,
very much.” (Michael Jackson talks to Oprah, 1993). He was raised as a
Jehowa’s Witness. But being about twenty years old, Michael is said to
have left this special church. He seemed to have noticed something —
that God isn’t just the God of one denomination but God of all people.
Michael believes that mankind is (or at least should be) an oneness, an
unity of all nations, races and religions. We all are God’s children
and that’s why God has to be much more all-embracing. Michael doesn’t
think much of a division of people, no matter which attributes cause
it. There’s not a You or a Me, just a We he says in his prose “I You
We” (Dancing the Dream).

“It’s strange that God doesn’t mind
expressing Himself/Herself in all the religions of the world, while
people still cling to the notion that their way is the only right way.
Whatever you try to say about God, someone will take offense, even if
you say everyone’s love of God is right for them.

For me the
form God takes is not the most important thing. What’s most important
is the essence. My songs and dances are outlines for Him to come in and
fill. I hold out the form. She puts in the sweetness. …
(Michael Jackson, God, Dancing the Dream)

Michael
strongly believes that his ability to create music is a gift of God.
The best thing about being a pop star is …. “Getting to share your gift
from God with the world and hope and pray they accept it and love it. I
just want to make wonderful music and give them a treat to the eye with
song and dance and a sense of escapism, that’s all really.” (News of
the world, 2001)

Michael accepts this gift to reach it further
on to others — and here we are again at the first theme ‘giving’.
‘Taking’ you can just from the almightiness of God and from your own
strength, from the never ending circle of energy, but you shouldn’t
suck others to profit yourself. Because in the long run you’ll then get
less. Only if we alltogether ‘give’ in the sake of the other our world
can be healed. Classic message of Michael Jackson.

“I believe
that all art has as it’s ultimate goal the union between the material
and the spiritual, the human and the divine. I believe that to be the
reason for the very existence of art.” (Michael Jackson talks to Oprah,
1993)

“Writing a song is like standing under a tree and trying
to catch a leaf. Everything comes as a package. It’s the most
wonderful, most spiritual thing …” (Michael Jackson, 1993)

Michael
gets his music directly from above, that’s what he insists on. Hardly
any other artist stresses that so much and so often. One of the world’s
greatest living musicians again and again refuses to book his merits on
his own account:

“Well, the songwriting process is something very
difficult to explain because it’s very spiritual. It’s, uh …You really
have it in the hands of God, and it’s as if its been written already —
that’s the real truth. As if its been written in its entirety before
you were born and you’re just really the source through which the songs
come. Really. Because there is … they just fall right into your lap in
it’s entirety. You don’t have to do much thinking about it. And I feel
guilty having to put my name, sometimes, on the songs that I — I do
write them — I compose them, I write them, I do the scoring, I do the
lyrics, I do the melodies but still, it’s a … it’s a work of God.”
(Michael Jackson, Yahoo Audio Chat, 2001)

And he has to be a
very special person to have this gift, right? Not many people are
blessed with his abilities. No, on the opposite, actually just very,
very few …

Some people are able to retreat so far from the
world’s noise that they can hear what is called: ‘music of the sphere’.
And those few being able to enjoy it tell us this: “Each ascended
light-being sends out an individual keynote, which is weaved into a
beautiful symphony of sounds. And while moving through the interstellar
space, the mixture of cosmic tones displays an inspiration for all
those who have the privilege to have access to the abilities of the
inner ear.” (Book of Life, P. 203). “We were told that we could hear
music each time we get quiet … and that this music is what is called an
angel’s choir. They call it the ‘symphony of souls in harmony’.’
(Spalding, VolI, P. 130).

Michael describes his feeling like this:

“Deep
inside I feel that this world we live in is really a big, huge,
monumental symphonic orchestra. I believe that in its primordial form
all of creation is sound and that it’s not just random sound, that it’s
music. You’ve heard the expression, music of the spheres? Well, that’s
a very literal phrase. In the Gospels, we read, ‘And the Lord God made
man from the dust of the earth and breathed into his nostrils the
breath of life and man became a living soul.’ That breath of life to me
is the music of life and it permeates every fiber of creation.” (Ebony
1989)

“People ask me how I make music. I tell them I just step
into it. It’s like stepping into a river and joining the flow. Every
moment in the river has its song. So I stay in the moment and listen.

What
I hear is never the same. A walk through the woods brings a light
crackling song: Leaves rustle in the wind, birds chatter and squirrels
scold, twigs crunch underfoot, and the beat of my heart holds it all
together.

When you join the flow, the music is inside and
outside, and both are the same. As long as I can listen to the moment,
I’ll always have music.” (Michael Jackson, How I Make Music, Dancing
the Dream)

“That’s exactly what it is, you’re connected to a
higher source and you just go with the moment and you become one with,
you know, the spirit. Not to sound religious or anything, but it’s a
very spiritual … very much like religion, and it’s a God-given gift and
you just go with it. And I’m honored to have been given it.”

“The
mission of ‘Heal The World’, my mission, is healing. Pure and simple.
To heal the world we must start by healing our children. Being with
them connects us to the deep wisdom of life. This simple goodness
shines straight from their hearts. We have to heal our wounded planet.”

– Michael Jackson

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His Divine Purpose: Michael Jackson

“I really
believe that God chooses people to do certain things, the way
Michelangelo or Leonardo da Vinci or Mozart or Muhammad Ali or Martin
Luther King is chosen. And that is their mission to do that thing. And
I think that I haven’t scratched the surface yet of what my real
purpose is for being here. I’m committed to my art. I believe that all
art has as its ultimate goal the union between the material and the
spiritual, the human and the divine. And I believe that that is the
very reason for the existence of art and what I do. And I feel
fortunate in being that instrument through which music flows….Deep
inside I feel that this world we live in is really a big, huge,
monumental symphonic orchestra. I believe that in its primordial form
all of creation is sound and that it’s not just random sound, that it’s
music.

 You’ve
heard the expression, music of the spheres? Well, that’s a very literal
phrase. In the Gospels, we read, “And the Lord God made man from the dust of the earth and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life and man became a living soul.” That breath of life to me is the music of
life and it permeates every fiber of creation. In one of the pieces of
the Dangerous album, I say: “Life songs of ages, throbbing in my blood,
have danced the rhythm of the tide and flood.” This is a very literal
statement, because the same new miracle intervals and biological
rhythms that sound out the architecture of my DNA also governs the
movement of the stars. The same music governs the rhythm of the
seasons, the pulse of our heartbeats, the migration of birds, the ebb
and flow of ocean tides, the cycles of growth, evolution and
dissolution. It’s music, it’s rhythm.

And 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.”

Michael Jackson, Ebony Magazine, May 1992


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Michael Jackson: ‘I Feel … Very Young’ at 50



          
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Michael Jackson Speaks Exclusively to ‘GMA’ About His Past, His Future, His Dreams for His Children

Watch "Good Morning America" Friday at 7 a.m. ET for more on this exclusive interview.

By CHRIS CONNOLLY and MICHAEL S. JAMES
Aug. 28, 2008


He first became a star as a young boy, then endured superstardom,
scandals and a legal prosecution, but as he turns 50, Michael Jackson
told "Good Morning America" in an exclusive interview, he is "having a
wonderful time, just relaxing."


Speaking by phone from his home in California, at times so softly he
was barely audible, Jackson said he was listening to James Brown and
preparing for his 50th birthday Friday, when he will "just have a little cake with my children and we’ll probably watch some cartoons" — before he gets right back to work.


Does turning 50 mean he now has an AARP card?


"Not that I know of!" Jackson said, laughing.


He said he still can do all his famous dance moves and "more."


"I feel very wise and sage, but at the same time very young," he said.


Reflecting back, Jackson said the happiest time in his life was
probably when he was recording his hit solo albums "Thriller," released
in 1982, and "Off the Wall," released in 1979. Those albums — which
were accompanied by a string of hit singles and videos and corresponded
with the 1983 debut of his signature dance, the "moonwalk" — propelled
him to the height of his stardom.

"That
meant very much to me and seemed to be received so beautifully by the
public and the world," he said. "I enjoyed it very much."


Asked to pick a single song as his greatest achievement, Jackson went back to the same period.


"Oh boy, that’s a hard one," he said, before singling out "We Are the World," "Billie Jean" and "Thriller."


But Jackson was not content to rest on his laurels, saying,
"I am still looking forward to doing a lot of great things."


He hopes to release new music and tour, though he doesn’t have dates set.

"I am writing all the time," he said. "I love composing and the
whole thing. But I am also raising my children and enjoying it and
teaching them to ride bicycles and how to read. I love it."

He said he hopes to "be myself" in his future work, but also that he is
"inspired by many great artists," noting he wished he could have worked
with James Brown or Fred Astaire.


He sees his influence in some of today’s artists, specifically mentioning Chris Brown.


He said he sacrificed his childhood with "a lot of hard work," and that he remembers "giving up your life for the medium."


But he’d do it all again.

"I think I would," he said. "It is very much worth it. I have always
loved show business and have always enjoyed making people happy through
that medium. I love the celebration of music and dance and art. I just
love it."

Asked if he’d like his two sons and daughter to have the same
sort of upbringing as him, he said he’d prefer to let them "enjoy their
childhood as much as possible."

"I let them go to the arcade and go to the movies and do
things," he said. "I want them to get to do the kind of things I didn’t
get to do. So, I fill them with a lot of enjoyment that way — a lot of
amusement. You know?

"I
get pretty emotional when I see them having a wonderful time," he
added, "when they are on a ride and they are screaming and they are
happy. … It makes me emotional, ’cause I see they are having a real
good time."


Jackson said his kids "love music … they are very much into the arts," but that, "I don’t push them."

If he could go back and give himself some advice at age 9 or 10,
the approximate age of his oldest children, he would advise himself,
"if you are going to do it, commit yourself, know your craft and be
really involved." He’d say to be strong and to have "rhinoceros skin"
when it comes to dealing with the pressures of fame.


Perhaps Jackson learned to have a thick skin after enduring years of controversies.

Born Aug. 29, 1958, in gritty Gary, Ind., Jackson rose to fame
as the youngest member of the brother act, The Jackson 5. The group
released its first single on the Motown label in 1969, when Jackson was
11 years old, and enjoyed a string of hits in the early 1970s.

The group eventually became known as The Jacksons, and Jackson also had hits as a child solo artist and actor.

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MICHAEL JACKSON TURNS 50

‘Thriller’ still thrilling after all these years

Our expert names five albums that have best stood the test of time

 

BRANT SANDERLIN / bsanderlin@ajc.com

By
any measure, Michael Jackson’s ‘Thriller’ is arguably one of the most
successful albums of all time.

It earned him eight Grammys in 1984.

By SHANE HARRISON

The Atlanta Journal-Constitution

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

Yes, Michael Jackson turns 50 this Friday, and it’s been more than 25 years since he released his finest album.
The years that surround Jackson’s 1982 magnum opus, “Thriller,”
marked major shifts in pop music, from the underground to the top of
the charts.
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Letter from Mr. Michael Jackson

Soon and very soon, we are going to see (& hear more from) the King… (of Pop, Rock & Soul!)



WWJD

I will never stop helping and loving people the way Jesus said to.  –MJ

http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/authors/m/michael_jackson.html


moonwalk style


If you were invisible for a day in London, what would you do?

MJ:  Oh boy.  Who would I like to slap?  Let me see {laughs]… I think I’d find one of the tabloid paparazzi and kick his ass, moonwalk style. I’d really like to knock them off one of those little scooters they ride around on, I really would, knock the cameras right out of their hands. They’re so annoying. I’d go for them first, yeah. They drive you nuts. You can’t get away from them. It’s terrible.

Gold Magazine Interview 2002 – ‘Meeting The King’




TIME Magazine Quote of the Day

Thursday, Mar. 08, 2007

“As Charles Dickens
says,`It’s been the best of times, the worst of times.
But I would not change my
career. “  MICHAEL JACKSON

at a fan appreciation
event in Tokyo


Other quotes at the event:

"While some have made
deliberate attempts to hurt me, I take it in stride because I have a loving
family, a strong faith and wonderful friends and fans who have, and continue,
to support me"

"Japan is one of my
favorite places to visit in the world"

 "I want to thank all of you for making me the biggest-selling
artist in Japan"



Dancing the Dream (1992) – Reflections

Michael Jackson the Writer

How I Make Music

People ask me how I make music. I tell them I just step into it. It’s like stepping into a river and joining the flow. Every moment in the river has its song. So I stay in the moment and listen.

What I hear is never the same. A walk through the woods brings a light, crackling song: Leaves rustle in the wind, birds chatter and squirrels scold, twigs crunch underfoot, and the beat of my heart holds it all together. When you join the flow, the music is inside and outside, and both are the same. As long as I can listen to the moment, I’ll always have music.

Dancing The Dream

Consciousness expresses itself through creation. This world we live in is the dance of the creator. Dancers come and go in the twinkling of an eye but the dance lives on. On many occasions when I’m dancing, I’ve felt touched by something sacred. In those moments, I’ve felt my spirit soar and become one with everything that exists. I become the stars and the moon. I become the lover and the beloved. I become the victor and the vanquished. I become the master and the slave. I become the singer and the song. I become the knower and the known. I keep on dancing and then, it is the eternal dance of creation. The creator and the creation merge into one wholeness of joy.

I keep on dancing and dancing . . . . . and dancing, until there is only . . . . . the dance.

Dance

I love the whole world of dance, because dancing is really the emotions through bodily movement. And however you feel, you just bring out that inner feeling through your mood. A lot of people don’t think about the importance of it, but there’s a whole psychological thing to just letting loose. Dancing is important, like laughing, to back off tension. Escapism…it’s great.

I really believe that each person has a destiny from the day he’s born, and certain people have a thing they’re meant to do. There’s a reason why the Japanese are better at technology, and a reason why the Negro race are more into music – you go back to Africa and the tribes and the beating of the drums…

I love Studio 54 in New York; it’s so theatrical and dramatic. People come there as characters, and it’s like going to a play. You make yourself up to be this thing and just go crazy with the lights and the music, and you’re in another world. It’s very escapist…

Escapism and wonder is influence. It makes you feel good, and that allows you to do things. You just keep on moving ahead, and you say, “God, is this wonderful – do I appreciate it.”

Dance Of Life

I cannot escape the moon. Its soft beams push aside the curtains at night. I don’t even have to see it – a cool blue energy falls across my bed and I am up. I race down the dark hall and swing open the door, not to leave home but to go back to it. “Moon, I’m here!” I shout. “Good,” she replies. “Now give us a little dance.” But my body has started moving long before she says anything. When did it start? I can’t remember – my body has always been moving. Since childhood I have reacted to the moon this way, as her favorite lunatic, and not just hers. The stars draw me near, close enough so that I see through their twinkling act. They’re dancing too; doing a soft molecular jiggle that makes my carbon atoms jump in time.

With my arms flung wide, I head for the sea, which brings out another dance in me. Moon dancing is slow inside, and soft as blue shadows on the lawn. When the surf booms, I hear the heart of the earth, and the tempo picks up. I feel the dolphins leaping in the white foam, trying to fly, and almost flying when the waves curl high to the heavens. Their tails leave arcs of light as plankton glow in the waves. A school of minnows rise up, flashing silver in the moonlight like a new constellation. “Ah!” the sea says. “Now we’re gathering a crowd.”

I run along the beach, catching waves with one foot and dodging them with the other. I hear faint popping sounds – a hundred panicky sand crabs are ducking into their holes, just in case. But I’m racing now, sometimes on my toes, sometimes running flat-out. I throw my head back and a swirling nebula says, “Fast now, twirl!” Grinning, ducking my head for balance, I start to spin as wildly as I can. This is my favorite dance, because it contains a secret. The faster I twirl, the more I am still inside. My dance is all motion without, all silence within. As much as I love to make music, it’s the unheard music that never dies. And silence is my real dance, though it never moves. It stands aside, my choreographer of grace, and blesses each finger and toe.

I have forgotten the moon now and the sea and the dolphins, but I am in their joy more than ever. As far away as a star, as near as a grain of sand, the presence rises, shimmering with light. I could be in it forever; it is so loving and warm. But touch it once, and the light shoots forth from stillness. It quivers and thrills me, and I know my fate is to show others that this silence, this light, this blessing is my dance. I take this gift only to give it again. “Quick, give!” says the light.

As never before, I try to obey, inventing new steps, new gestures of joy. All at once I sense were I am, running back up the hill. The light in my bedroom is on. Seeing it brings me back down. I begin to feel my pounding heart, the drowsiness in my arms, the warm blood in my legs. My cells want to dance slower. “Can we walk a little?” they ask. “It’s been kind of wild.” “Sure.” I laugh, slowing to an easy amble.

I turn the doorknob, panting lightly, glad to be tired. Crawling back into bed, I remember something that I always wonder at. They say that some of the stars that you see overhead aren’t really there. Their light takes millions of years to reach us, and all we are doing is looking into the past, into a bygone moment when those stars could still shine. “So what does a star do after it quits shining?” I ask myself. “Maybe it dies.” “Oh, no,” a voice in my head says. “A star can never die. It just turns into a smile and melts back into the cosmic music, the dance of life.” I like that thought, the last one that I have before my eyes close. With a smile, I melt back into the music myself.

Our Destiny

When I get on stage, I don’t know what happens. It feels so good, it’s like the safest place in the world for me…I was raised on stage.

Certain people were created for certain things, and I think our job is to entertain the world. I don’t see no other thing that I could be doing.

I’ve seen the very rich and the very poor, but I’m mainly interested in the poor…I want to appreciate what I have, and try to help others.

When I go to other countries, I wish to see the “poorer” parts. I want to see what it’s really like to starve. I don’t want to hear it, or read it. I want to see it.

It’s a whole different thing when you see it! All the things I’ve read in my schoolbooks about England and the Queen were okay, but my eyes are the greatest book in the world. When we did the Royal Command Performance, and then after it I actually looked into the Queen’s eyes, it was the greatest thing! And it’s the same with starvation, when you see it, you receive a little more…

God

It’s strange that God doesn’t mind expressing Himself/Herself in all the religions of the world, while people still cling to the notion that their way is the only right way. Whatever you try to say about God, someone will take offense, even if you say everyone’s love of God is right for them. For me the form God takes is not the most important thing. What’s most important is the essence. My songs and dances are outlines for Him to come in and fill. I hold out the form. She puts in the sweetness.

I’ve looked up at the night sky and beheld the stars so intimately close, it was as if my grandmother had made them for me. “How rich, how sumptuous,” I thought. In that moment I saw God in His creation. I could as easily have seen Her in the beauty of a rainbow, the grace of a deer bounding through a meadow, the truth of a father’s kiss. But for me the sweetest contact with God has no form. I close my eyes, look within, and enter a deep soft silence. The infinity of God’s creation embraces me. We are one.

Love

Love is a funny thing to describe. It’s so easy to feel and yet so slippery to talk about. It’s like a bar of soap in the bathtub – you have it in your hand until you hold on too tight.

Some people spend their lives looking for love outside themselves. They think they have to grasp it in order to have it. But love slips away like that wet bar of soap.

Holding on to love is not wrong, but you need to learn to hold it lightly, caressingly. Let it fly when it wants. When it’s allowed to be free, love is what makes life alive, joyful, and new. It’s the juice and energy that motivates my music, my dancing, everything. As long as love is in my heart, it’s everywhere.

Innocence

It’s easy to mistake being innocent for being simpleminded or naive. We all want to seem sophisticated; we all want to seem street-smart. To be innocent is to be “out of it.”

Yet there is a deep truth in innocence. A baby looks in his mother’s eyes, and all he sees is love. As innocence fades away, more complicated things take its place. We think we need to outwit others and scheme to get what we want. We begin to spend a whole lot of energy protecting ourselves. Then life turns into a struggle. People have no choice but to be street-smart. How else can they survive?

When you get right down to it, survival means seeing things the way they really are and responding. It means being open. And that’s what innocence is. It’s simple and trusting like a child, not judgmental and committed to one narrow point of view. If you are locked into a pattern of thinking and responding, your creativity gets blocked. You miss the freshness and magic of the moment. Learn to be innocent again, and that freshness never fades.

Trust

As I was feeding squirrels in the park, I noticed a small one that didn’t seem to trust me. While the others came close enough to eat out of my hand, he kept his distance. I threw a peanut his way. He edged up, grabbed it nervously, and ran off. Next time he must have felt less afraid, because he came a little closer. The safer he felt, the more he trusted me. Finally he sat right at my feet, as bold as any squirrel clamoring for the next peanut.

Trust is like that – it always seems to come down to trusting in yourself. Others can’t overcome fear for you; you have to do it on your own. It’s hard, because fear and doubt hold on tight. We are afraid of being rejected, of being hurt once more. So we keep a safe distance. We think separating ourselves from others will protect us, but that doesn’t work, either. It leaves us feeling alone and unloved.

Trusting yourself begins by recognizing that it’s okay to be afraid. Having fear is not the problem, because everyone feels anxious and insecure sometimes. The problem is not being honest enough to admit your fear. Whenever I accept my own doubt and insecurity, I’m more open to other people. The deeper I go into myself, the stronger I become, because I realize that my real self is much bigger than any fear. In accepting yourself completely, trust becomes complete. There is no longer any separation between people, because there is no longer any separation inside. In the space where fear used to live, love is allowed to grow.

Courage

It’s curious what takes courage and what doesn’t. When I step out on stage in front of thousands of people, I don’t feel that I’m being brave. It takes much more courage to express true feelings to one person. When I think of courage, I think of the Cowardly Lion in The Wizard of Oz. He was always running away from danger. He often cried and shook with fear. But he was also sharing his real feelings with those he loved, even though he didn’t always like those feelings.

That takes real courage, the courage to be intimate. Expressing your feelings is not the same as falling apart in front of someone else, it’s being accepting and true to your own heart, whatever it may say. When you have the courage to be intimate, you know who you are, and you’re willing to let others see that. It’s scary, because you feel so vulnerable, so open to rejection. But without self-acceptance, the other kind of courage, the kind heroes show in movies, seems hollow. In spite of the risks, the courage to be honest and intimate opens the way to self discovery. It offers what we all want, the promise of love.

Wings Without Me

It was August, and I was looking up at the sky. With one hand shielding my eyes, I made out a falcon soaring on the currents of hot swirling air. Higher and higher it spiraled, until with one unearthly shriek, it disappeared. All at once I felt left behind. “Why did you grow wings without me?” I mourned. Then my spirit said, “The falcon’s way is not the only way. Your thoughts are as free as any bird.” So I shut my eyes and my spirit took off, spiraling as high as the falcon and then beyond, so that I was looking down over the whole earth. But something was wrong. Why did I feel so cold and alone?

“You grew wings without me,” my heart said. “What good is freedom without love?” So I went quietly to the bed of a sick child and sang him a lullaby. He fell asleep smiling, and my heart took off, joining my spirit as it circled over the earth. I was free and loving, but still something was wrong. “You grew wings without me,” my body said. “Your flights are only imagination.” So I looked into books that I had ignored before and read about saints in every age who actually flew. In India, Persia, China, and Spain (even in Los Angeles!), the power of spirit has reached, not just into the heart, but into every cell of the body. “As if carried aloft by a great eagle,” Saint Teresa said, “my ecstasy lifted me into the air.”

I began to believe in this amazing feat, and for the first time, I didn’t feel left behind. I was the falcon and the child and the saint. In my eyes their lives became sacred, and the truth came home: When all life is seen as divine, everyone grows wings.

But The Heart Said No

They saw the poor living in cardboard shacks, so they knocked the shacks down and built projects. Huge blocks of cement and glass towered over asphalt parking lots. Somehow it wasn’t much like home, even home in a shack. “What do you expect?” they asked impatiently. “You’re too poor to live like us. Until you can do better for yourselves, you should be grateful, shouldn’t you?” The head said yes, but the heart said no. They needed more electricity in the city, so they found a mountain stream to dam. As the waters rose, dead rabbits and deer floated by; baby birds too young to fly drowned in the nest while mother birds cried helplessly. “It’s not a pretty sight,” they said, “but now a million people can run their air conditioners all summer. That’s more important than one mountain stream, isn’t it?” The head said yes, but the heart said no.

They saw oppression and terrorism in a far-off land, so they made war against it. Bombs reduced the country to rubble. Its population cowered in fear, and every day more villagers were buried in rough wooden coffins. “You have to be prepared to make sacrifices,” they said. “If some innocent bystanders get hurt, isn’t that just the price one must pay for peace?” The head said yes, but the heart said no.

The years rolled by and they got old. Sitting in their comfortable houses, they took stock. “We’ve had a good life,” they said, “and we did the right thing.” Their children looked down and asked why poverty, pollution, and war were still unsolved. “You’ll find out soon enough,” they replied. “Human beings are weak and selfish. Despite our best efforts, these problems will never really end.”

The head said yes, but the children looked into their hearts and whispered, “No!”

So The Elephants March

A curious fact about elephants is this: In order to survive, they mustn’t fall down. Every other animal can stumble and get back up again. But an elephant always stands up, even to sleep. If one of the herd slips and falls, it is helpless. It lies on its side, a prisoner of its own weight. Although the other elephants will press close around it in distress and try to lift it up again, there isn’t usually much they can do. With slow heaving breaths, the fallen elephant dies. The others stand vigil, then slowly move on. This is what I learned from nature books, but I wonder if they are right.

Isn’t there another reason why elephants can’t fall down? Perhaps they have decided not to. Not to fall down is their mission. As the wisest and most patient of the animals, they made a pact – I imagine it was eons ago, when the ice ages were ending. Moving in great herds across the face of the earth, the elephants first spied tiny men prowling the tall grasses with their flint spears. “What fear and anger this creature has,” the elephants thought. “But he is going to inherit the earth. We are wise enough to see that. Let us set an example for him.”

Then the elephants put their grizzled heads together and pondered. What kind of example could they show to man? They could show him that their power was much greater than his, for that was certainly true. They could display their anger before him, which was terrible enough to uproot whole forests. Or they could lord it over man through fear, trampling his fields and crushing his huts. In moments of great frustration, wild elephants will do all of these things, but as a group, putting their heads together, they decided that man would learn best from a kinder message.

“Let us show him our reverence for life,” they said. And from that day on, elephants have been silent, patient, peaceful creatures. They let men ride them and harness them like slaves. They permit children to laugh at their tricks in the circus, exiled from the great African plains where they once lived as lords. But the elephants’ most important message is in their movement. For they know that to live is to move. Dawn after dawn, age after age, the herds march on, one great mass of life that never falls down, an unstoppable force of peace.

Innocent animals, they do not suspect that after all this time, they will fall from a bullet by the thousands. They will lie in the dust, mutilated by our shameless greed. The great males fall first, so that their tusks can be made into trinkets. Then the females fall, so that men may have trophies. The babies run screaming from the smell of their own mothers’ blood, but it does them no good to run from the guns. Silently, with no one to nurse them, they will die, too, and all their bones bleach in the sun.

In the midst of so much death, the elephants could just give up. All they have to do is drop to the ground. That is enough. They don’t need a bullet: Nature has given them the dignity to lie down and find their rest. But they remember their ancient pact and their pledge to us, which is sacred. So the elephants march on, and every tread beats out words in the dust: “Watch, learn, love. Watch, learn, love.” Can you hear them? One day in shame, the ghosts of ten thousand lords of the plains will say, “We do not hate you. Don’t you see at last? We were willing to fall, so that you, dear small ones, will never fall again.”

Children

Children show me in their playful smiles the divine in everyone. This simple goodness shines straight from their hearts. This has so much to teach. If a child wants chocolate ice cream, he just asks for it. Adults get tangled up in complications over whether to eat the ice cream or not. A child simply enjoys. What we need to learn from children isn’t childish. Being with them connects us to the deep wisdom of life, which is ever present and only asks to be lived. Now, when the world is so confused and its problems so complicated, I feel we need our children more than ever. Their natural wisdom points the way to solutions that lie, waiting to be recognized, within our own hearts.

On Children Of The World

We have to heal our wounded world. The chaos, despair, and senseless destruction we see today are a result of the alienation that people feel from each other and their environment. Often this alienation has its roots in an emotionally deprived childhood. Children have had their childhood stolen from them. A child’s mind needs the nourishment of mystery, magic, wonder, and excitement. I want my work to help people rediscover the child that’s hiding in them.

Magic

My idea of magic doesn’t have much to do with stage tricks and illusions. The whole world abounds in magic. When a whale plunges out of the sea like a newborn mountain, you gasp in unexpected delight. What magic! But a toddler who sees his first tadpole flashing in a mud puddle feels the same thrill. Wonder fills his heart, because he has glimpsed for an instant the playfulness of life. When I see the clouds whisked away from a snow-capped peak, I feel like shouting, “Bravo!” Nature, the best of all magicians, has delivered another thrill. She has exposed the real illusion, our inability to be amazed by her wonders. Every time the sun rises, Nature is repeating one command: “Behold!” Her magic is infinitely lavish, and in return all we have to do is appreciate it.

What delight Nature must feel when she makes stars out of swirling gas and empty space. She flings them like spangles from a velvet cape, a billion reasons for us to awaken in pure joy. When we open our hearts and appreciate all she has given us, Nature finds her reward. The sound of applause rolls across the universe, and she bows.

The Fish That Was Thirsty

One night a baby fish was sleeping under some coral when God appeared to him in a dream. “I want you to go forth with a message to all the fish in the sea,” God said. “What should I tell them?” the little fish asked. “Just tell them you’re thirsty,” God replied. “And see what they do.” Then without another word, He disappeared.

The next morning the little fish woke up and remembered his dream. “What a strange thing God wants me to do,” he thought to himself. But as soon as he saw a large tuna swimming by, the little fish piped up, “Excuse me, but I’m thirsty.” “Then you must be a fool,” then tuna said. And with a disdainful flick of his tail, he swam away.

The little fish did feel rather foolish, but he had his orders. The next fish he saw was a grinning shark. Keeping a safe distance, the little fish called out, “Excuse me, sir, but I’m thirsty.” “Then you must be crazy,” the shark replied. Noticing a rather hungry look in the shark’s eye, the little fish swam away quickly. All day he met cod and mackerels and swordfish and groupers, but every time he made his short speech, they turned their backs and would have nothing to do with him. Feeling hopelessly confused, the little fish sought out the wisest creature in the sea, who happened to be an old blue whale with three harpoon scars on his side.

“Excuse me, but I’m thirsty!” the little fish shouted, wondering if the old whale could even see him, he was such a tiny speck. But the wise one stopped in his tracks. “You’ve seen God, haven’t you?” he said. “How did you know?” “Because I was thirsty once, too.” The old whale laughed. The little fish looked very surprised. “Please tell me what this message from God means,” he implored.

“It means that we are looking for Him in the wrong places,” the old whale explained. “We look high and low for God, but somehow He’s not there. So we blame Him and tell ourselves that He must have forgotten us. Or else we decide that He left a long time ago, if He was ever around.” “How strange,” the little fish said, “to miss what is everywhere.” “Very strange,” the old whale agreed. “Doesn’t it remind you of fish who say they’re thirsty?”

Berlin 1989

They hated the Wall, but what could they do? It was too strong to break through. They feared the Wall, but didn’t that make sense? Many who tried to climb over it were killed. They distrusted the Wall, but who wouldn’t? Their enemies refused to tear down one brick, no matter how long the peace talks dragged on. The Wall laughed grimly. “I’m teaching you a good lesson,” it boasted. “If you want to build for eternity, don’t bother with stones. Hatred, fear, and distrust are so much stronger.” They knew the Wall was right, and they almost gave up. Only one thing stopped them. They remembered who was on the other side. Grandmother, cousin, sister, wife. Beloved faces that yearned to be seen. “What’s happening?” the Wall asked, trembling. Without knowing what they did, they were looking through the Wall, trying to find their dear ones. Silently, from one person to another, love kept up its invisible work. “Stop it!” the Wall shrieked. “I’m falling apart.” But it was too late. A million hearts had found each other. The Wall had fallen before it came down.

Angel Of Light

It’s hard to see angels, although I’ve stared at their pictures for hours. Some people can see them without pictures, and they tell interesting tales. Guardian angels are all female, for instance, which didn’t surprise me once I found out. A birth angel, recruited from the younger ranks, attends every baby when it appears, while another angel, older but not grim, helps the dying to leave this world without grief or pain.

You can pray to the angels and they will listen, but the best way to call them, I am told, is to laugh. Angels respond to delight, because that is what they’re made of. In fact, when people’s minds are clouded by anger or hatred, no angel can reach them.

Not all angels have wings — so the visionaries claim — but those who do can unfurl a span of golden feathers stretching over the entire world. If you had eyes that could look straight into the sun, you would see an overwhelming angel presiding there; a more serene one smiles out from the face of the moon.

Angels spend their entire lives, which are forever, spinning around the Creator’s throne, singing His praise. People with keen ears have listened in. The harmonies of the angelic choir are incredibly complex, they say, but the rhythm is simple. “It’s mostly march time,” one eavesdropper affirmed. For some reason, that fact is almost the best I have learned so far.

After a while it got lonely hearing about angels you couldn’t see for yourself. When an angel-watcher heard that, she was shocked. “Not see?” she said. “But you have an angel in you. Everybody does. I can see it right now, and I thought you could, too.” “No,” I said sadly, and I asked what it looked like. “Did it look like me?”

“Well, yes and no,” the angel-watcher mysterious answered. “It all depends on what you think you are. Your angel is a speck of light perched at the very center of your heart. It is smaller than an atom, but just wait. Once you get close to it, your angel will expand. The closer you come, the more it will grow, until finally, in a burst of light, you will see your angel in its true shape, and at that very instant, you will also see yourself.”

So now I am looking for my angel all the time. I sit silently, turning my gaze inward. It wasn’t long before I caught a glimpse of something. “Is that you, Angel, holding a candle?” One flicker and it was gone. Yet that was enough to set my heart wildly beating. Next time my angel will be waving a lamp, then holding a torch aloft, then lighting a bonfire.

That’s what the angel-watcher promised, and now that I have caught sight of glory, I know enough to believe.

That One In The Mirror

I wanted to change the world, so I got up one morning and looked in the mirror. That one looking back said: “There is not much time left. The earth is wracked with pain. Children are starving. Nations remain divided by mistrust and hatred. Everywhere the air and water have been fouled almost beyond help. Do something!”

That one in the mirror felt very angry and desperate. Everything looked like a mess, a tragedy, a disaster. I decided he must be right. Didn’t I feel terrible about these things, too, just like him? The planet was being used up and thrown away. Imagining earthly life just one generation from now made me feel panicky.

It was not hard to find the good people who wanted to solve the earth’s problems. As I listened to their solutions, I thought, There is so much good will here, so much concern. At night before going to bed, that one in the mirror looked back at me seriously, Now we’ll get somewhere, he declared. If everybody does their part.

But everybody didn’t do their part. Some did, but were they stopping the tide? Were pain, starvation, hatred, and pollution about to be solved? Wishing wouldn’t make it so – I knew that. When I woke up the next morning, that one in the mirror looked confused. Maybe it’s hopeless, he whispered… Then a sly look came into his eyes, and he shrugged. But you and I will survive. At least we are doing all right.

I felt strange when he said that. There was something very wrong here. A faint suspicion came to me, one that had never dawned so clearly before. What if that one in the mirror isn’t me? He feels separate. He sees problems – out there – to be solved. Maybe they will be, maybe they won’t. He’ll get along. But I don’t feel that way – those problems aren’t out there, not really. I feel them inside me. A child crying in Ethiopia, a sea gull struggling pathetically in an oil spill, a mountain gorilla being mercilessly hunted, a teenage soldier trembling with terror when he hears the planes fly over. Aren’t these happening in me when I see and hear about them?

The next time I looked in the mirror, that one looking back had started to fade. It was only an image after all. It showed me a solitary person enclosed in a neat package of skin and bones. “Did I once think you were me?” I began to wonder. I am not so separate and afraid. The pain of life touches me, but the joy of life is so much stronger. And it alone will heal. Life is the healer of life, and the most I can do for the earth is to be its loving child.

That one in the mirror winced and squirmed. He hadn’t thought so much about love. Seeing problems was much easier, because love means complete self-honesty. Ouch!

Oh, friend, I whispered to him, do you think anything can solve problems without love? That one in the mirror wasn’t sure. Being alone for so long, not trusting others and being trusted by others, it tended to detach itself from the reality of life. “Is love more real than pain?” he asked.

“I can’t promise that it is. But it might be. Let’s discover”, I said. I touched the mirror with a grin. “Let’s not be alone again. Will you be my partner? I hear a dance starting up. Come”. That one in the mirror smiled shyly. He was realizing we could be best friends. We could be more peaceful, more loving, more honest with each other every day.

“Would that change the world?” I think it will, because Mother Earth wants us to be happy and to love her as we tend her needs. She needs fearless people on her side, whose courage comes from being part of her, like a baby who is brave enough to walk because Mother is holding out her arms to catch him. When that one in the mirror is full of love for me and for him, there is no room for fear. When we were afraid and panicky, we stopped loving this life of ours and this earth.

We disconnected. Yet how can anybody rush to help the earth if they feel disconnected? Perhaps the earth is telling us what she wants, and by not listening, we fall back on our own fear and panic.

One thing I know: I never feel alone when I am earth’s child. I do not have to cling to my personal survival as long as I realize, day by day, that all of life is in me. The children and their pain; the children and their joy. The ocean swelling under the sun; the ocean weeping with black oil. The animals hunted in fear; the animals bursting with the sheer joy of being alive.

This sense of – the world in me – is how I always want to feel. That one in the mirror has his doubts sometimes. So I am tender with him. Every morning I touch the mirror and whisper,

Oh, friend, I hear a dance. Will you be my partner? Come.

Look Again Baby Seal

One of the most touching nature photographs is of a baby fur seal lying on the ice alone. I’m sure you have seen it — the picture seems to be all eyes, the trusting dark eyes of a small animal gazing up at the camera and into your heart. When I first looked at them, the eyes asked, “Are you going to hurt me?” I knew the answer was yes, because thousands of baby seals were being killed every year.

Many people were touched by one baby seal’s helplessness. They gave money to save the seals, and public awareness started to shift. As I returned to the picture, those two wide eyes began to say something different. Now they asked, “Do you know me?” This time I didn’t feel so much heartache as when I felt the violence man inflicts upon animals.

But I realized that there was still a big gap. How much did I really know about life on earth? What responsibility did I feel for creatures outside my little space? How could I lead my life so that every cell of living matter was also benefited?

Everyone who began to wonder about these things found, I think, that their feelings were shifting away from fear toward more closeness with life as a whole. The beauty and wonder of life began to seem very personal; the possibility of making the planet a garden for all of us to grow in began to dawn. I looked into the eyes of the baby seal, and for the first time they smiled. “Thank you,” they said. “You have given me hope.”

Is that enough? Hope is such a beautiful word, but it often seems very fragile. Life is still being needlessly hurt and destroyed. The image of one baby seal alone on the ice or one baby girl orphaned in war is still frightening in its helplessness. I realized that nothing would finally save life on earth but trust in life itself, in its power to heal, in its ability to survive our mistakes and welcome us back when we learn to correct those mistakes.

With these thoughts in my heart, I looked at the picture again. The seal’s eyes seemed much deeper now, and I saw something in them that I had missed before: unconquerable strength. “You have not hurt me,” they said. “I am not one baby alone. I am life, and life can never be killed. It is the power that brought me forth from the emptiness of space; it cared for me and nourished my existence against all dangers. I am safe because I am that power. And so are you. Be with me, and let us feel the power of life together, as one creature here on earth.”

Baby seal, forgive us. Look at us again and again to see how we are doing. Those men who raise their clubs over you are also fathers and brothers and sons. They have loved and cared for others. One day they will extend that love to you. Be sure of it and trust.

A Child Is A Song

When children listen to music, they don’t just listen. They melt into the melody and flow with the rhythm. Something inside starts to unfold its wings – soon the child and the music are one. I feel that way, too, in the presence of music, and my best moments of creativity have often been spent with children. When I am around them, music comes to me as easily as breathing.

Each song is a child I nourish and give my love to. But even if you have never written a song, your life is a song. How can it not be? In wave after wave, Nature caresses you – the rhythm of each dawn and each sunset is part of you, the falling rain touches your soul, and you see yourself in the clouds that are playing tag with the sun. To live is to be musical, starting with the blood dancing in your veins. Everything living has a rhythm. To feel each one, softly and attentively, brings out its music.

Do you feel your music?

Children do, but once we grow up, life becomes a burden and a chore, and the music grows fainter. Sometimes the heart is so heavy that we turn away from it and forget that its throbbing is the wisest message of life, a wordless message that says, “Live, be, move, rejoice — you are alive!” Without the heart’s wise rhythm, we could not exist.

When I begin to feel a little tired or burdened, children revive me. I turn to them for new life, for new music. Two brown eyes look at me so deeply, so innocently, and inside I murmur, “This child is a song.” It is so true and direct an experience that instantly I realize again, “I am a song also.” I am back to myself once more.

I You We

I said you had to do it. You said you didn’t want to. We talked about it, and we agreed that maybe I could help. I said you were wrong. You insisted you were right. We held each other’s hand, and right and wrong disappeared. I began crying. You began crying, too. We embraced, and between us grew a flower of peace. How I love this mystery called We! Where does it come from, out of thin air?

I thought about this mystery, and I realized something: We must be love’s favorite child, because until I reach out for you, We is not even there. It arrives on the wings of tenderness: it speaks through our silent understanding. When I laugh at myself, it smiles. When I forgive you, it dances in jubilation. So We is not a choice anymore, not if you and I want to grow with one another. We unites us, increases our strength; it picks up our burden when you and I are ready to let it fall. The truth is that you and I would have given up long ago, but We won’t let us. It is too wise. “Look into your hearts,” it says. “What do you see? Not you and I, but only We.”

Mother Earth

I was walking along the beach one winter day. Looking down, I saw a wave push a feather up on the sand. It was a sea gull feather stained with oil. I picked it up and felt the dark slick film on my fingers. I couldn’t help wondering if the bird had survived. Was it all right out there? I knew it wasn’t.

I felt sad to think how carelessly we treat our home. The earth we all share is not just a rock tossed through space but a living, nurturing being. She cares for us; she deserves our care in return. We’ve been treating Mother Earth the way some people treat a rental apartment. Just trash it and move on.

But there’s no place to move on to now. We have brought our garbage and our wars and our racism to every part of the world. We must begin to clean her up, and that means cleaning up our own hearts and minds first, because they led us to poison our dear planet. The sooner we change, the easier it will be to feel our love for Mother Earth and the love she so freely gives back to us.

Don’t Judge

Like the old Indian proverb says, “Do not judge a man until you’ve walked 2 moons in his moccasins”. Most people don’t know me, that is why they write such things in which MOST is not true. I cry very often because it hurts and I worry about the children all over the world, I live for them.

If a man could say nothing against a character but what he can prove, history could not be written.

Animals strike, not from malice, but because they want to live, it is the same with those who criticize; they desire our BLOOD, not our pain. But still I must achieve I must seek truth in all things. I must endure for the power I was sent forth, for the world, for the children.

But have mercy, for I’ve been bleeding a long time now.

The Last Tear

Your words stabbed my heart, and I cried tears of pain. “Get out!” I shouted. “These are the last tears I’ll ever cry for you.” So you left. I waited for hours, but you didn’t return. That night by myself I cried tears of frustration. I waited weeks, but you had nothing to say. Thinking of your voice, I cried tears of loneliness. I waited months, but you left no sign for me. In the depths of my heart, I cried tears of despair. How strange that all these tears could not wash away the hurt! Then one thought of love pierced my bitterness. I remembered you in the sunlight, with a smile as sweet as May wine. A tear of gratitude started to fall, and miraculously, you were back. Soft fingers touched my cheek, and you bent over for a kiss. “Why have you come?” I whispered. “To wipe away your last tear,” you replied. “It was the one you saved for me.”

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Are You Listening?

Who am I?
Who are you?
Where did we come from?
Where are we going?
What’s it all about?
Do you have the answers?

Immortality’s my game
From Bliss I came
In Bliss I am sustained
To Bliss I return
If you don’t know it now
It’s a shame
Are you listening?

This body of mine
Is a flux of energy
In the river of time
Eons pass, ages come and go
I appear and disappear
Playing hide-and-seek
In the twinkling of an eye

I am the particle
I am the wave
Whirling at lightning speed
I am the fluctuation
That takes the lead
I am the Prince
I am the Knave
I am the doing
That is the deed
I am the galaxy, the void of space
In the Milky Way
I am the craze

I am the thinker, the thinking, the thought
I am the seeker, the seeking, the sought
I am the dewdrop, the sunshine, the storm
I am the phenomenon, the field, the form
I am the desert, the ocean, the sky
I am the Primeval Self
In you and I

Pure unbounded consciousness
Truth, existence, Bliss am I
In infinite expressions I come and go
Playing hide-and-seek
In the twinkling of an eye
But immortality’s my game

Eons pass
Deep inside
I remain
Ever the same
From Bliss I came
In Bliss I am sustained

Join me in my dance
Please join me now
If you forget yourself
You’ll never know how
This game is played
In the ocean bed of Eternity

Stop this agony of wishing
Play it out
Don’t think, don’t hesitate
Curving back within yourself
Just create…just create

Immortality’s my game
From Bliss I came
In Bliss I’m sustained
To Bliss I return
If you don’t know it now
It’s a shame
Are you listening?

Children Of The World

Children of the world, we’ll do it
We’ll meet on endless shores
Making sandcastles and floating our boats
While people fight and defend their point of view
Forever putting on masks that are new
We’ll swing the tide of time and do it.

Children of the world, we’ll do it
With song and dance and innocent bliss
And the soft caress of a loving kiss
We’ll do it.

While traders trade and haggle their price
And politicians try so hard to be nice
We’ll meet on endless shores and floating our boats
We’ll do it.

While lawyers argue and doctors treat
Stockbrokers quote the price on meat
While preachers preach and ring the bell
Carpetbaggers with something to sell
We’ll sing and dance in innocent bliss
With the soft caress of a loving kiss
We’ll do it
Meeting on endless shores
Making sandcastles and floating our boats
We’ll do it.

We’ll ride a rainbow, a cloud, a storm
Flying in the wind, we’ll change our form
We’ll touch the stars, embrace the moon
We’ll break the barrier and be there soon

While architects plan their buildings high
And trade unions raise their hue and cry
While boardroom squabbles generate heat
And in secret places dealers meet
We’ll sing and dance in innocent bliss
With the soft caress of a loving kiss
We’ll do it.

While philosophers grapple and continue to tackle
Endless dilemmas of body and mind
Physicists wander, continue to ponder
Perennial questions of space and time
Archaeologists survey, continue to dig
Bygone treasures small and big
Psychologists probe, analyze the tears
Of hysterical notions, phobias, fears

While priests take confession
In a serious session
And people struggle
In the hustle and bustle
In the noise and din
On the meaning of sin
We’ll touch the stars, embrace the moon
Break the barrier, arrive there soon
Ride the rainbow, the cloud, the storm
Flying in the wind, changing our form

Children of the world, we’ll do it
With song and dance and innocent bliss
The soft caress of a loving kiss
We’ll do it.

Children Of Innocence

Child of innocence, I miss your sunny days
We joyously frolicked in extended plays
Ever since you’ve left the scene
The streets are lonely, dark, and mean

Child of innocence, return to me now
With your simple smile show them how
This world once again can respond to your glance
And heartbeats flutter to the rhythm of your dance

Child of innocence, your elegance, your beauty
Beckons me now beyond the call of duty
Come fly with me far and above
Over the mountains in the land of love

Child of innocence, messenger of joy
You’ve touched my heart without a ploy
My soul is ablaze with a flagrant fire
To change this world is my deepest desire.

Magical child – Part 1

Once there was a child and he was free
Deep inside he felt the laughter
The mirth and play of nature’s glee
He was not troubled by thoughts of hereafter
Beauty, love was all he’d see

He knew his power was the power of God
He was so sure, they considered him odd
This power of innocence, of compassion, of light
Threatened the priests and created a fright
In endless ways they sought to dismantle
This mysterious force which they could not handle

In endless ways they tried to destroy
His simple trust, his boundless joy
His invincible armor was a shield of bliss
Nothing could touch it, no venom, no hiss
The child remained in a state of grace
He wasn’t confined in time or place
In Technicolor dreams, he frolicked and played
While acting his part, in Eternity he stayed

Soothsayers came and fortunes were told
Some were vehement, others were bold
In denouncing this child, this perplexing creature
With the rest of the world he shared no feature
Is he real? He is so strange
His unpredictable nature knows no range
He puzzles us so, is he straight?
What’s his destiny? What’s his fate?

And while they whispered and conspired
Through endless rumors to get him tired
To kill his wonder, trample him near
Burn his courage, fuel his fear
The child remained just simple, sincere

All he wanted was the mountain high
Color the clouds, paint the sky
Beyond these boundaries, he wanted to fly
In nature’s scheme, never to die

Don’t stop this child, he’s the father of man
Don’t cross his way, he’s part of the plan
I am that child, but so are you
You’ve just forgotten, just lost the clue

Inside your heart sits a Seer
Between his thoughts, he can hear
A melody simple but wondrously clear
The music of life, so precious, so dear

If you could for one moment know
This spark of creation, this exquisite glow
You would come and dance with me
Kindle this fire so we could see
All the children of the Earth
Weave their magic and give new birth
To a world of freedom with no pain
A world of joy, much more sane

Deep inside, you know it’s true
Just find that child, it’s hiding in you.

Magical Child – Part 2

Magical child once felt a twinge
A faint recollection, a memory unhinged
In the colors, the forms, the hue
There seemed a mystery with a subtle clue
Behind the wind, the storm, the gale
Within the shroud, beyond the veil
Hidden from view in a wondrous pattern
There seemed a force that he could not fathom
Its music and cadence were playful and sweet
He danced in bliss to its throbbing beat
He did not mind either cold or heat
On the mountain high was his royal seat

Strangers came and scorned his joy
With ridicule and banter they tried to destroy
What in their minds was a skillful play
With cruel darts they tried to plunder
To suffocate and strangle his innocent wonder
Fighting hard, despite their blunder
Again and again to steal his thunder
Despite their attacks, they could not break
With all their barbs they could not take
God’s gift of love, which they could not fake
Not knowing his strength or what he sought to seek
They complained aloud and called him a freak

But the mysterious force just kept its hold
Magical child grew brave and bold
Diving deep into his soul
In exquisite ecstasy he discovered his role
In his Self was infinite scope
This mysterious force was mankind’s hope
Piercing through that mask of Being
In that silence beyond all seeing
Was a field with a different story
A field of power, of awesome glory
With other children, if unfurled
Its tidal wave would change the world

Magical child was ready to bow
Sow the seed, pick up the plough
With effortless ease, without a sigh
Without a tear, without a cry
With silent perfection
Under God’s direction
To sing together as one race
Stem the tide, transform this place

Magical children, don’t worry how
Don’t delay, this moment’s now.


Once We Were There

Before the beginning, before the violence
Before the anguish of the broken silence
A thousand longings, never uttered
Pangs of sorrow, brutally smothered

But I have chosen to break and be free
Cut those ties, so I can see
Those bonds that imprisoned me in memories of pain
Those judgments, interpretations that cluttered my brain

Those festering wounds that lingered have gone
In their place a new life has dawned
That lonely child, still clutching his toy
Has made his peace, discovered his joy

Where time is not, immortality’s clear
Where love abounds, there is no fear
The child has grown to weave his magic
Left behind, his life of sorrow, once so tragic

He is now, ready to share
Ready to love, ready to care
Unfold his heart, with nothing to spare
Join him now, if you dare.

Planet Earth

Planet Earth, my home, my place
A capricious anomaly in the sea of space
Planet Earth, are you just
Floating by, a cloud of dust
A minor globe, about to bust
A piece of metal bound to rust
A speck of matter in a mindless void
A lonely spaceship, a large asteroid

Cold as a rock without a hue
Held together with a bit of glue
Something tells me this isn’t true
You are my sweetheart, soft and blue
Do you care, have you a part
In the deepest emotions of my own heart
Tender with breezes, caressing and whole
Alive with music, haunting my soul.

In my veins I’ve felt the mystery
Of corridors of time, books of history
Life songs of ages throbbing in my blood
Have danced the rhythm of the tide and flood
Your misty clouds, your electric storm

Were turbulent tempests in my own form
I’ve licked the salt, the bitter, the sweet
Of every encounter, of passion, of heat
Your riotous color, your fragrance, your taste
Have thrilled my senses beyond all haste
In your beauty I’ve known the how
Of timeless bliss, this moment of now.

Planet Earth, are you just
Floating by, a cloud of dust
A minor globe, about to bust
A piece of metal bound to rust
A speck of matter in a mindless void
A lonely spaceship, a large asteroid

Cold as a rock without a hue
Held together with a bit of glue
Something tells me this isn’t true
You are my sweetheart, soft and blue
Do you care, have you a part
In the deepest emotions of my own heart
Tender with breezes, caressing and whole
Alive with music, haunting my soul.

Planet Earth, gentle and blue
With all my heart, I love you.

When Babies Smile

When dreamers dream and kiss their lover
And rainbows weave and splash their color
Those are moments so gloriously alive
We take the plunge, take the dive
Into the abyss
We are suspended awhile
Those are moments when babies smile.

Those are moments when fate is unsealed
Nothing is impossible and we are healed
We can soar, we can fly
Walk on fire, navigate the sky
In the light of a glittering star
There’s no distance, nothing is far
Those are moments of innocent guile
In the glow
We are suspended awhile
Those are moments when babies smile.

Those are moments when the heart is tender
When seascapes gleam in magnificent splendor
When the laughter of Heaven reverberates the Earth
And we are renewed in a new birth
In a timeless Eternity
In the angels’ fraternity
We romp and roll
The playground of our soul
In the twilight
We are suspended awhile
Those are moments when babies smile.

Those are moments we’re one with God
All is well, nothing is odd
In silent reflection
We feel our perfection
We are the source, we are the crucible
Nothing can hurt us, for we are invincible
There is no sin, there is no sinner
We can only win, we have felt the glimmer
In the bliss
We’re floating awhile
Those are moments when babies smile.

Kingdoms topple, lose their class
Civilizations crumble, ages pass
Turbulent tempests ravage the seas
Violent killings, despite our pleas
But dewdrops sparkle when children play
Tyrants cry, there’s nothing to slay
Fairies dance and goblins sing
All are crowned, all are king
In the Garden
We frolic awhile
Those are moments when babies smile.

Ryan White

Ryan White, symbol of justice
Or child of innocence, messenger of love
Where are you now, where have you gone?

Ryan White, I miss your sunny days
We carelessly frolicked in extended plays

I miss you, Ryan White
I miss your smile, innocent and bright
I miss your glory, I miss your light

Ryan White, symbol of contradiction
Child of irony, or child of fiction?

I think of your shattered life
Of your struggle, of your strife

While ladies dance in the moonlit night
Champagne parties on chartered cruises
I see your wasted form, your ghostly sight
I feel your festering wounds, your battered bruises

Ryan White, symbol of agony and pain
Of ignorant fear gone insane
In a hysterical society
With free-floating anxiety
And feigned piety
I miss you, Ryan White
You showed us how to stand and fight
In the rain you were a cloudburst of joy
The sparkle of hope in every girl and boy

In the depths of your anguished sorrow
Was the dream of another tomorrow.

The Elusive Shadow

Even though I traveled far
The door to my soul stayed ajar
In the agony of mortal fear
Your music I did not hear
Thru twisting roads in memory lane
I bore my cross in pain

It was a journey of madness
Of anguish born in sadness
I wandered high and low
Recoiled from every blow
Looking for that stolen nectar
In my heart that long-lost scepter
In all those haunted faces
I searched for my oasis

In a way it was in a drunken craze
A cruel hysteria, a blurry haze
Many a time I tried to break
This shadow following me I could not shake
Many a time in the noisy crowd
In the hustle and bustle of the din so loud
I peered behind to see its trace
I could not lose it in any place
It was only when I broke all ties
After the stillness of the shrieking cries

In the depths of those heaving sighs
The imagined sorrow of a thousand lies
I suddenly stared in your fiery eyes
All at once I found my goal
The elusive shadow was my soul

Mother

Eons of time I’ve been gestating
To take a form been hesitating
From the unmanifest this cosmic conception
On this earth a fantastic reception
And then one fateful August morn
From your being I was born
With tender love you nurtured a seed
To your own distress you paid no heed
Unmindful of any risk and danger
You decided upon this lonely stranger

Rainbows, clouds, the deep blue sky
Glittering birds that fly on high
Out of fragments you’ve made my whole
From the elements you fashioned my soul
Mother dear, you gave me life
Because of you, no struggle or strife
You gave me joy and position
Cared for me without condition
And if I ever change this world
It’s from the emotions you’ve unfurl’d
Your compassion is so sweet and dear
Your finest feelings I can hear
I can sense your faintest notion
The wondrous magic of your love potion

And now that I have come so far
Met with every king and czar
Encountered every color and creed
Of every passion, every greed
I go back to that starry night
With not a fear for muscle or might
You taught me how to stand and fight
For every single wrong and right
Every day without a hold
I will treasure what you’ve mold
I will remember every kiss
Your sweet words I’ll never miss
No matter where I go from here
You’re in my heart, my mother dear.

Ecstasy

I was born to never die
To live in bliss, to never cry
To speak the truth and never lie
To share my love without a sigh
To stretch my arms without a tie
This is my dance, this is my high
It’s not a secret, can’t you see
Why can’t we all live in ecstasy

Ecstasy Ecstasy
Why can’t we all
Live in Ecstasy.

Without a guilt, without regret
I am here to forget
Tainted memories of imagined sin
In every friend, kith and kin

We have come to celebrate here
The getting rid of every fear
Of every notion, every seed
Of any separation, caste, or creed.

This alienation, fragmentation, abomination
Of separation, exploitation, isolation
This cruelty, hysteria, absolute madness
This anger, anxiety, overflowing sadness
Disrupted ecology, wanton destruction
Diseased biology, nature’s obstruction
Endangered species, environmental pollution
Holes in the ozone, defying solution
Is not knowing the spark that lights my interior
Is the same fire, glowing in every man, child, and mother superior

We have come to celebrate here
The getting rid of every fear
Of every notion, every seed
Of any separation, caste, or creed.

Feeling free, let us fly
Into the boundless, beyond the sky
For we were born to never die
To live in bliss, to never cry
To speak the truth and never lie
To share our love without a sign
To stretch our arms without a tie

This is our dance, this is our high
It’s not a secret, can’t you see
Why can’t we all live in ecstasy

Ecstasy Ecstasy
Why can’t we all
Live in Ecstasy.

Quantum Leap

I looked for you in hill and dale
I sought for you beyond the pale
I searched for you in every nook and cranny
My probing was at times uncanny
But everywhere I looked I found
I was just going round and round
In every storm, in every gale
I could hear your silent tale

You appeared wherever I went
In every taste, in every scent
I thought I was in a trance
In every quiver I felt your dance
In every sight I saw your glance
You were there, as if by chance

Even so, I have faltered
Despite the fact, my life has altered
All my doubts were struggles in vain
Of judgments made in memories of pain
Only now, by letting go
I can bask in your glow
No matter where I stray or flow
I see the splendor of your show
In every drama I am the actor
In every experience the timeless factor

In every dealing, every deed
You are there, as the seed
I know now, for I have seen
What could have happened could have been
There is no need to try so hard
For in your sleeve you hold the card
For every fortune, every fame
The Kingdom’s here for us to claim
In every fire, every hearth
There’s a spark gives new birth

To all those songs never sung
All those longings in hearts still young
Beyond all hearing, beyond all seeing
In the core of your Being
Is a field that spans infinity
Unbounded pure is the embryo of divinity
If we could for one moment BE
In an instant we would see
A world where no one has suffered or toiled
Of pristine beauty never soiled
Of sparkling waters, singing skies
Of hills and valleys where no one dies

That enchanted garden, that wondrous place
Where we once frolicked in times of grace
In ourselves a little deep
In that junkyard in that heap
Beneath that mound of guilt and sorrow
Is the splendor of another tomorrow
If you still have promises to keep
Just take that plunge, take that leap.

Breaking Free

All this hysteria, all this commotion
Time, space, energy are just a notion
What we have conceptualized we have created
All those loved, all those hated

Where is the beginning, where’s the end
Time’s arrow, so difficult to bend
Those broken promises, what they meant
Those love letters, never sent

Heaven Is Here

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

There is only one Wholeness
Only one Mind
We are like ripples
In the vast Ocean of Consciousness

Come, let us dance
The Dance of Creation
Let us celebrate
The Joy of Life

The birds, the bees
The infinite galaxies
Rivers, Mountains
Clouds and Valleys
Are all a pulsating pattern
Living, breathing
Alive with cosmic energy

Full of Life, of Joy
This Universe of Mine
Don’t be afraid

To know who you are
You are much more
Than you ever imagined

You are the Sun
You are the Moon
You are the wildflower in bloom
You are the Life-throb
That pulsates, dances
From a speck of dust
To the most distant star

And you and I
Were never separate
It’s just an illusion
Wrought by the magical lens of
Perception

Let us celebrate
The Joy of Life
Let us dance
The Dance of Creation

Curving back within ourselves
We create
Again and again
Endless cycles come and go
We rejoice
In the infinitude of Time

There never was a time
When I was not
Or you were not
There never will be a time
When we will cease to be

Infinite — Unbounded
In the Ocean of Consciousness
We are like ripples
In the Sea of Bliss

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

Heaven is Here
Right now is the moment
of Eternity
Don’t fool yourself
Reclaim your Bliss

Once you were lost
But now you’re home
In a nonlocal Universe
There is nowhere to go From Here to Here
Is the Unbounded
Ocean of Consciousness
We are like ripples
In the Sea of Bliss

Come, let us dance
The Dance of Creation
Let us celebrate
The Joy of Life

And You and I were never separate
It’s just an illusion
Wrought by the magical lens of
Perception

Heaven is Here
Right now, this moment of Eternity
Don’t fool yourself
Reclaim your Bliss


>>> Dancing the Dream (1992) – REFLECTIONS

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his purpose

“I really believe that God chooses people to do certain things, the way Michelangelo or Leonardo da Vinci or Mozart or Muhammad Ali or Martin Luther King is chosen. And that is their mission to do that thing. And I think that I haven’t scratched the surface yet of what my real purpose is for being here. I’m committed to my art. I believe that all art has as its ultimate goal the union between the material and the spiritual, the human and the divine. And I believe that that is the very reason for the existence of art and what I do. And I feel fortunate in being that instrument through which music flows….Deep inside I feel that this world we live in is really a big, huge, monumental symphonic orchestra. I believe that in its primordial form all of creation is sound and that it’s not just random sound, that it’s music.

 You’ve heard the expression, music of the spheres? Well, that’s a very literal phrase. In the Gospels, we read, “And the Lord God made man from the dust of the earth and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life and man became a living soul.” That breath of life to me is the music of life and it permeates every fiber of creation. In one of the pieces of the Dangerous album, I say: “Life songs of ages, throbbing in my blood, have danced the rhythm of the tide and flood.” This is a very literal statement, because the same new miracle intervals and biological rhythms that sound out the architecture of my DNA also governs the movement of the stars. The same music governs the rhythm of the seasons, the pulse of our heartbeats, the migration of birds, the ebb and flow of ocean tides, the cycles of growth, evolution and dissolution. It’s music, it’s rhythm.

And 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.”

Michael Jackson, Ebony Magazine, May 1992


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his wisdom @ 22

 “I believe in the Bible and I try to follow the Bible. I know that I’m not an angel and I’m not a devil either. I try to be as best as I can and I try to do what I think is right. It’s that simple….I don’t just pray at night. I pray at different times during the day. Whenever I see something beautiful, I say, ‘Oh, God, that’s beautiful.’ I say little prayers like that all through the day.”

To cope with the stresses of show business, Michael says he turns to his deity, not drugs. “As corny as it sounds, natural highs are the greatest highs in the world,” he attests. “The stars, the mountains, children, babies smiling are just magic,” he happily beamed.

The one thing that dims this glow is the pervasive racism that’s rampant in the world today, especially in America, the world traveler observes. Recalling how badly the singing Jacksons have been treated in southern cities, he said that it was difficult to believe.

“The people told us just deal with it (racism) because that’s how the South is,” he said and added: “That’s ignorance and it’s taught because it’s not genetic at all.

“I’m really not a prejudiced person at all. I believe that people should think about God more and creation because if you look at the many wonders inside the human bodies—the different colors of organs…and all these colors do different things in the human body—why can’t we do it as people?

“That (racism) is the only thing I hate. I really do. And that’s why I try to write, put it in songs, put it in dance, put it in my art—to teach the world. If politicians can’t do it, poets should put it in poetry and writers should put it in novels. That’s what we have to do and I think it’s so important to save the world.”

As widely read as he is traveled, Michael, a private high school graduate who once quit public school because girls were always screaming and pulling on him, said: “I love to read. I wish I could advise more people to read. There’s a whole new world in books. If you can’t afford to travel, you travel mentally through reading. You can see anything and go anyplace you want to in reading.”

Traveling and reading have greatly influenced his religious and racial views. About his travels, Michael explains: “Wherever you go, man-made things are man-made, but you’ve got to get out and see God’s beauty of the world.”

Reflecting upon America’s racial problems, he said: “I wish I could borrow from other countries, say, like Venezuela or Trinidad, the real love and color-blind people and bring it to America. When you travel, you realize how different America is. God, I hate to say this but our people are brainwashed.”

Of all his travels, he says his most emotional and moving experiences came in travels in Dakar, Senegal. “I’m going to raise my hand (to God) on this one,” he lit up like a light. “I always thought that Blacks, as far as artistry, were the most talented race on earth. But when I went to Africa, I was even more convinced. They do incredible things over there….They got the beats and the rhythm. I really see where drums come from. It makes you think that all Blacks have rhythm….I don’t want the Blacks to ever forget that this is where we come from and where our music comes from. And if we forget, it (Black history) would really get lost.  I want us to remember.”

 
–MJJ – JET- August 1979

More of His Own Words >>>  http://www.reflectionsonthedance.com/His-Faith.html




News Of the World

Interview: News Of the World, 2001

 

NoW: Are you worried about the anthrax attacks in America and are you taking any precautions?

Michael: Yes. I’m taking medication myself. Because — I don’t know if I should say this — I’m very sick.

NoW: You’re coughing a lot. Do you have the flu?

Michael: I don’t know. They’re going to test me and the children for anthrax. We’re all very, very sick right now. I’ve never felt so bad in my entire life. […]

NoW: Are you scared?

Michael: No. I’m just praying that it’s not getting worse. I feel very, very weak and sick.

NoW: Can you describe your symptoms?

Michael: My chest burns very, very much. It’s hard to breathe. And when I swallow it stings. It burns so bad. You can’t stop coughing. And your eyes burn. And you’re tired all the time. And your back hurts very much. There are some rashes. I’ve been seeing the doctor every day. They’re going to take me in and do tests with me and my children.

NoW: Are you taking anything to treat it?

Michael: Yes. And I won’t open any envelopes now. I don’t want to open anything. I’m very concerned about the children. I pray for them constantly. That’s my main concern. I want them to be safe. How can you explain to them what’s going on, and make them feel everything will be okay?

NoW: Do you think the Afghanistan crisis could result in World War III?

Michael: I think a lot of what is going on is Biblically prophesied. But God promises he will not let man destroy the earth. That man will try, but he will not let them do it.

NoW: How much do you think America changed after the terrorist attack on September 11?

Michael: People have never been so close in this country. Everybody has flags up everywhere. They speak again to each other. They say hello. They’re hugging. It’s like we’ve gone back to the 1930s or something.

NoW: How did you feel when the terrorists attacked New York?

Michael: I felt my world end. I felt such grief. I cried and I cried.

[The conversation eventually turns to his album.]

NoW: You’ve written a song called ‘Privacy’ on ‘Invincible’. Is it about Princess Diana?

Michael: Oh boy! Y’know… we shared the same life. We shared the same pain. And that’s what we could talk about on the phone. We were like two caged animals. We could talk about it. And that was our therapy-speaking to each other.

NoW: What was the most memorable thing Diana ever told you?

Michael: To continue the work I’m doing to help the children. And whatever I do, don’t stop. To continue to love and to travel and to go to the hospitals. That was her favourite thing about me — how much I loved them, sincerely, from the heart.

NoW: Did you love Princess Diana?

Michael: I’m crazy about her. I adored her.

NoW: Would you have married Princess Diana if you’d had the chance?

Michael: Yes! Yes!

NoW: Did you ever propose to her?

Michael: Uhmm. There was some talk between us.

NoW: So did you have a chance to ask Diana to marry you?

Michael: Er… oohh

NoW: Come on, Michael. The whole world wants to know.

Michael: We talked in that area. I will say that much. I think we lost a precious jewel when she died. We lost the heart of the world. It was like when we lost Mother Teresa. The world isn’t the same place any more.

NoW: What’s the best thing about being a pop star?

Michael: Getting to share your gift from God with the world and hope and pray they accept it and love it. I just want to make wonderful music and give them a treat to the eye with song and dance and a sense of escapism, that’s all really.

NoW: What was the loneliest time of your life?

Michael: The loneliest? Oh boy, that’s a tough one. I’m always lonely.

NoW: Are you lonely now?

Michael: Of course. It’s part of what I have to go through to be the artist that I am. I have to paint with a palette of different emotions.

NoW: What was the saddest time in your childhood?

Michael: Wanting to be with other children and I couldn’t. I was thrust into an adult world. All my childhood I was with grown-ups — playing nightclubs and fights break out and people drinking — Chicago, New York, Indiana, and all throughout the south and Philadelphia. I was never with children.

NoW: Were you ever physically abused?

Michael: Of course, of course. I was beat up a lot when I was a little kid.

NoW: When you addressed the ‘Oxford Union’ earlier this year you criticised your father for not showing you enough love as a child and depriving you of your childhood. Do you regret making that speech?

Michael: No. Because out of the criticism came forgiveness. The speech was about how to forgive our parents for their wrongdoing and laziness. And I had a lot of harsh bitterness embedded in my soul. It was so bad that whenever I’ve been in the presence of my father — even now — I feel dizzy. I feel like I’m going to faint.

NoW: Have you spoken to your father since?

Michael: Yes. He was at the Garden show [Madison Square Garden in New York where he celebrated 30 years in showbiz last month]. I love him and I totally forgive him.

NoW: What made you write the track ‘Speechless’?

Michael: Oh I love ‘Speechless’. I’d had a water balloon fight with kids. And right afterwards I ran upstairs and wrote ‘Speechless’ in, like, 45 minutes, I really did.

NoW: Tell me about the message in your song ‘The Lost Children’.

Michael: I’m saying there are souls out there that are lost. People who have disappeared and have never been found again. I remember when I was a little kid, I was in a department store with my mother. I was no more than five, I think. I turned around and she was gone.
I’ll never forget the feeling. I felt my world was ending. So imagine really, really being lost. It’s like Armageddon of the brain.

NoW: Finally Michael, are you at all optimistic about the world’s future?

Michael: Very. When I see a baby smile, I bubble with a sense of bliss. And I believe in that smile. I see God in that smile.

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NO action

"We are behaving like people without compassion and love for the most vulnerable section of society. The children of the universe are without a spokesperson, they are voiceless…We are all touched by the atrocities committed against children: sexual, physical abuse, child slave labor, educational neglect. We feel ashamed. Angry. Appalled.

But there is no action….No action."

~Michael Jackson~ South Africa, May 1998


Re: Neverland

 
"I won’t live there ever again…
I’ll visit Neverland. It’s a house now.
It’s not a home anymore." –MJJ December 2003

MJJ Quotes

"Music has been my outlet, my gift to all of the lovers in this world. Through it, my music, I know I will live forever."

"I am committed to my art. I believe that all art has as its ultimate goal the union between the material and the spiritual, the human and the divine. I believe that to be the reason for the very existence of art."

 

"In their innocence, very young children know themselves to be light and love. If we allow them, they can teach us to see ourselves in the same way."

 

"Yet, instead of loving our children more, we install metal detectors in our schools."