— Ms Mo (@MJJRealRealm) August 29, 2014
Happy Birthday MJ
“God gave me a gift and I have to use it responsibly by giving back. I’ll do it until I have pennies left or God calls me home.” ~Michael Jackson
“Michael Jackson continues to inspire people in every corner of the world as someone who chose to use the extraordinary gifts and talents he was blessed with to deliver messages of hope, love and peace. Michael’s legacy is more than his remarkable artistic accomplishments. It also includes an indescribably unique spirit that still connects Michael today with countless fans in a way that knows no borders, no cultural barriers and which speaks a common language of unity and compassion. Our thoughts and prayers are especially with his children as we fondly remember the Michael Jackson whose friendship, humor and kindness joyously touched so many lives.”
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One of the most generous humanitarians to ever have graced this planet with their physical presence returned to the essence 2 years ago, today. Although much mention is not made of it – while still physically alive, the generous Michael Jackson donated millions of dollars, as well as countless hours, to numerous charities and other organizations which assisted many others in need…
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Those “Crazy Michael Jackson Fans:” Maybe we should listen?
By Rev. Barbara Kaufmann
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Six months ago, when Michael left this world, I was literally too heartbroken and in shock to read, or post anything here for days at a time. Eventually, I gathered myself and went back to read and collect some of the many honest, kind words written about him. Better late than never, I guess. The process served as a healing balm for me. Keeping this blog has played a key role in my spiritual growth, as studying
Michael’s life and art helped me to cultivate my faith. I had no clue how truly meaningful my little collection would become to others. I soon realized that my digital scrapbook, had also become lessons in HIStory within the articles I compiled along the way, of not only the last years of the King of Pop, but of the man behind the Superstar, for whom so little truth had been written for years. I’ve been contacted by many truth-seeking fans old and new, from all over the world, giving their heartfelt thanks for the things they’ve read and learned here. Wow. It’s such a privilege to be a part of something bigger than myself.
I’m so glad that I followed my heart and never gave up on posting the good news. All this time, I thought it was just about the truth, when it’s equally been about and, in the words of Michael, all for love, L:O:V:E.
Though this world won’t ever be the same without him, I thank God that Truth prevails, Love is strong, and Legends never die.
NO MORE handcuffs, no more courts
NO MORE lawyers or anyone of the sort
accusations, thieves, & devious cohorts
threatenin’ your freedom and livelihood for sport
Friend, or foe? greed & lust
NO MORE fake folk you can’t trust
NO MORE paps or pryin’ eyes
grinnin’ in your face & tellin’ lies
A new day is dawnin’ in many ways
it’s not in vain, the pain & price you had to pay
givin’ all you had, mind, body & soul
to a world that often treated you so cold
But soldier that you are, you fought the good fight
and taught the whole world while sharing the fight of your life
it was cruel and it sure as hell wasn’t right
yet you kept your head up and the pain far from sight
Your fight is over, and your race is through
demons & leeches no longer able to feed off of you
This year June 25th, you were truly set free
a Legend, you left a lasting legacy
Your strength helped us all, the lost & the found
through word, good deeds, and your unique sounds
I learned so much from your faith and steadfast will
Thank You Michael. I love & miss you still
I always will
In spite of my broken heart and beyond my tears
I’m better & stronger because you were here.
I watch your body move
feel the song
coming from your bones
your body the brush
your feelings the paint
stroke a canvas of love
only you can hear.
Maybe the voice
of God?The tide comes
as you can do nothing
but move aside
and allow the Force
to have its way
and deposit you
spent and empty
having given all
that you are
for us.I touch your fire,
dance of creation
and warm my hands
at your heart.
I stir the ashes
looking for the glow
from embers left
when the flame
to brightly lit
I want the heat
one last time
to remind me.
how bright the light
had to be
to shame the shadows,
fist the world,
dance the dream.
Your light still shines
but cooler now
a lunar landscape
now the dance floor
in the round.
Thank you Moonwalker
for all the shimmer.
The light you held
streaks the cosmos now,
beams you home–
a new single spotlight.
I will never again
see a shooting star
or the full moon
quite the same.
~for the fans
(c) ~ Barbara Kaufmann 2009 and beyond
Reprinted by permission from http://www.innermichael.com/