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Michael Jackson Justice: Follow the Yellow Brick Road

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The Conspiracy against God is about "The Word", and the profaning of His Holy Name within us. Adam fell in the garden, breaking the direct connection to God. Jesus, the "last Adam" was a quickening Spirit, the Word made Flesh, and the only one with whom we can re-establish our relationship with God. Michael's story is still unfolding. He is the one who is, is not. But Jesus is the only name given under heaven by which we must be saved. Many are trying to rewrite HIStory. We were given a help to instruct us. Learn more "here".

Saturday, July 17, 2010

Follow the Yellow Brick Road

July 17, 2010 – Follow the Yellow Brick Road

I am going to take a break from paperwork and evidence and photos and debates about who is guilty or not guilty because quite frankly, I need one.

I have had several dreams about this dating back through the fall of last year. I wrote them down, and when I read them together, they seem to want to tell me the same thing. That I fear doing something and that someone is waiting for me to get it done.

I have been plagued with dreams all my life. Some have definite messages, some were just weird. All of them interesting enough to write down and some vivid enough to remember as far back as before I went to school (I was a sleepwalker as a toddler).
I have posted parts of these dreams on different facebook groups, because they were about, or had Michael, in them. I thought you might enjoy reading them.

Liberian Wrestling? October 11, 2009

Dream: I am sitting on a two-cushion sofa in the living room of a large house. I can see the layout of the room. The living room is a sunken living room. Michael is sitting right beside me to my left. The sofa and it’s cushions made it impossible to sit on without sinking to the middle. It was an overstuffed, Victorian style sofa. Michael was turned away from me, talking to someone sitting on a larger sofa which faced us to our left. Behind that sofa was two steps through an archway that led to a formal dining room.

All I could see was the back of Michael’s head. His hair was strait and shoulder-length. He was wearing a white, long sleeve shirt with pirate style sleeves (slightly puffy, not your typical dress shirt) and black slacks or jeans. His shoulder was touching mine because there was little room on this sofa and I could feel the warmth of his shoulder on mine through his shirt.

I was not interested in the conversation at all. I was kind of bored and I kept shifting my gaze from the back of his head into the dining room and back. I recall feeling peaceful and content, but bored nonetheless.

Suddenly, I was in a dark arena on this camera rig (I don’ t even know what it is called) that you could move back and forth like a crane, but it had a chair on it for a cameraman to sit on to operate, move up, down or out. I had never even seen one up close let alone operated one. But here I was, sitting on a small version of a cherry picker with a camera rig on it.

I was filming a wrestling match between two small (but not midget) wrestlers. They were tangled around each other and rolling around the floor of the ring. Inside the ring with them, was a Michael Jackson impersonator . . . a kid really, dressed in Michael’s red Thriller outfit. He was jumping out of the way to avoid the rolling wrestlers, singing “Got to be Startin’ Something”, but instead of the words to that song, was substituting “You know you want to be wrestling, you know you got to be wrestling…” The kid looked flustered and a little irritated, not really knowing what to do.

I moved the crane over closer to the ring, to get more of an aerial angle and when I looked through the viewer, I could see the real Michael Jackson on the outside of the ring. He was dressed in black and holding onto the ropes, moving back and forth in an agitated manner. When I pulled my head away from the viewer and looked with the naked eye into the ring, I couldn’t see or hear him. Only when I was looking through the camera was it possible to see and hear Michael.

I put my eyes back to the viewer on the camera and I could see him. He looked impatient, barking barely audible commands, “Come on kid, dance! Move! Do SOMETHING!”

Then I woke up.

Deer Michael, March 15, 2010

Dream: I was in my basement office. Something prompts me to leave my computer to go upstairs. I walk to the stairs and there is this completely torn apart deer on the steps. It was a young deer. There was a leg here, a tail there, part of a hip on another step and even a face of a deer, like a mask with eye holes, but it was the face of a deer. I stared at this massacred deer, wondering what happened and how it got there.

Horrified, I climb the steps over this torn apart deer. I'm suddenly uncomfortable staying in the basement. I step over each part and grimace. The face of the deer, like a discarded mask with the eye holes made me hesitate before I continued.

I open the door to the first floor and enter the dining/living area. There waiting for me are two adult deer, one male, one female . . . and eight younger deer. They are all looking at me and they are all gathering around me. I could see fear and anger in their eyes. The tension in the air was electric.

I back against the wall. They look angry, but not at me. Something tore apart the one on the steps but they know it wasn't me. I can feel their urgency.

I slide along the wall toward the front door. I don't know what they want from me. They are looking at me, snorting at me, trying to talk to me. Their little lips are moving as if trying to say something, but they know I can’t understand them.

I get to the front door and they are moving in on me. I'm thinking they want to escape so I open the front door and hold it open for them, staying against the wall.

They don't move. They just look at me. The father moves toward me and keeps ducking his head, moving his lips as if trying to speak.

Finally, I go out the front door, hoping to draw them outside. They follow. But they don't leave. They are looking at me, their lips curling as if they are trying to tell me something.

I look at them, helpless. Now I'm afraid. The father comes toward me with his head bowed, and pushes his antler into my hip, trying to push me away from the door. He wants me to go somewhere.

Afraid of what he wants me to do, I finally slip back toward the front door, run inside real quick and shut the door.

I wake up.

What are you Afraid of? May 4th, 2010

I was sitting on a rock, up on the top of a hill with sparse vegetation. It reminded me of the type of terrain in the foothills of southern California, with rather sandy dirt, scrub oak, desert type grasses and a tree here and there. It was early morning, judging by the low angle of the orange sun against the horizon, and their was a damp coolness in the air from still falling dew.

I sat with knees drawn up, arms wrapped around them and my head down. I hear someone walking toward me with a sound that reminded me of walking on gravel. The feet stop in front of me with a granular sounding shuffle. I look up and it's Michael.

I couldn't see his face because of the glare of the sun, but his hand motioned to me, like "come", wanting me to stand. I stood up and just looked at him. He looked healthy, like he did in 2002 - 2003, but his face, eyes and lips looked more recent, more aged, like his 52 years, but not as thin as in TII. He walked over to me and put his arm around my shoulders and we began walking.

We walked together a couple of minutes silently. My stomach was in knots and I couldn't talk to him. Finally he squeezed me closer to him as we were walking. He said to me, "What are you afraid of?"

I stopped dead in my tracks and looked at him with my jaw open. His arm was still around me and he was close and I could feel the warmth on the back of my shoulders. Up close his eyes looked lighter and wider. I could see his pores and the scars on the sides of his nostrils and I could see a dark patch of skin just under his nose and on part of the side of one nostril. I was surprised that he knew what it was that held me back.

He said to me again, "What are you afraid of?” When I didn’t answer right away, he then asked, “What are you waiting for?" I looked down and when I looked back up, he was gone.

I woke up and could still feel his arm there or the pressure from it. I am so upset about this. What AM I waiting for? I don't know! That was my dream.

What does this mean?

The first dream, "Liberian Wrestling"? I have NO idea! None. I can try to interpret that it means that Michael is directing a wrestling match and a Michael impostor in the middle of it and only the people behind the cameras can see what is really going on . . . OR . . .

Sony is about to make a deal with the WWF and they are going to design “Thriller” wrestling outfits, or . . .

My sense of humor has outdone itself.

The dream about the deer is probably the one that disturbed me the most, because it was a bit macabre. I know the eight younger deer and the adult male and adult female most probably represented the Jackson family, but where they wanted me to go, I do not know. I was afraid to go and shut the door on them which leads to dream number three.

Michael himself asks me what am I afraid of, and what am I waiting for. In the dream I knew what my fear was, but when I woke up, I did not know.

Because of a previous dream back in October of last year, I thought it might either have to do with my gifts, or with this fight for what Sony did to Michael. Details. I would like details!

It could have even been as simple as sharing these dreams, since I’ve had dreams like this way before any involvement with Michael Jackson.

My dreams have always either been a message of some kind, or a piece of a puzzle that I have to put together with other dreams, like bricks on road, to see where I am supposed to go or what I am supposed to do.

Has anyone else had dreams like this?


  1. Before my grandmother died eight years ago, she was bedridden after she had open-heart surgery. She had a stroke during the surgery and was in a coma for several months.

    A few months before she died I kept having strange dreams of her walking with a light behind her. I didn't know what this meant. I kept telling my family "she's going to walk again."

    The night she died I had a slightly different dream, she was walk towards the light. I didn't think about it at the time I was dreaming it.

    My mother woke me up the next morning and told me she had passed. I knew then what that dream meant.

    I have had dreams about Michael since he died, but nothing like the dreams of my grandmother.

    The only thing close to this is the night I felt the urge to pick my Bible up after asking God why and how could he take Michael from this world so soon. I turned right to Isaiah 57-1&2

    I explained that on your blog post before the last one. I don't know if you've read it yet.

    I'm sure you're dreams do mean something. I believe that God speaks to us in dreams. I do believe that dreams are part of reality.

    God bless you, Bonnie!

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  5. Yes, I've had some "whopper"-like dreams too. The striking thing, is the similarity of the dream you had regarding the deer!!! The only difference? The slaughtered deer was Michael himself. I had that one a few days after his passing, and woke up screaming and crying. :( As for others, the one thing about those, is that I remember an article where Kenny Ortega mentioned that Michael spoke to him "in Haiku", when they were working on TII. My whole dream was "in Haiku". I'm still trying to figure that one out...

  6. To give you an idea of a Haiku-like dream, here's one I had yesterday...

    Recently my friend Rosemary's ceiling collapsed onto an upstairs bedroom. Her home is an old Victorian-style house, which has been affected by the rains and humidity this summer. Anyway, I go up the stairs to check out the damage (which since had been cleaned up). In the bedroom, I see a brass bed all neat and tidy, a beautiful old-world styled rocking horse, various stuffed animals, and an old antique large dresser chest, which on the right side opens and reveals a mirror. I look at the ceiling, which has no plaster covering--exposing the wooden framework of the house. The wood appears to be in good condition--not dry and brittle. For some reason, on my way out of the room, I stop and open the chest where the mirror is. I look into the mirror, and for a moment I thought it spoke to me. All I heard was "Will..." This is where things get rather odd...

    The rocking horse starts rocking on its own. There is no one else in the room but me. A fairly good breeze flows into the room, and makes the room smell of jasmine. I close the mirror, and turn off the light, as I leave the room. I get to the stairway, to head down the stairs to ask my friend Rosemary about "Will." (To see if she knew someone named Will.) But, before I go down the stairs, I see a man standing in the doorway to the bedroom I just left. I walk over to the man, and take a good look at him. He's looking down at the floor, trying to hide his face. Why? I'm clueless. But, he sounded so sad, like he'd been crying. The next thing I knew, I wanted to hug him. Instead, he raised his right hand up from his side slowly, and before I knew it, I was floating! Well, that freaked me out a bit, so I grabbed onto the man's shoulders so I wouldn't float too high (I'm not one for heights...), but I missed and wound up taking his hat off. As the hat came off, the man's hair fell out from underneath it, and he lowered his hand--pointing it toward the floor. I put the hat back on his head, and looked the man in the eyes. The man was Michael. He simply smiled, and I smiled back and wasn't afraid any more. My feet touched the floor again safely and he looked me in the eyes and said only one word, "Love.", and then disappeared. Now...when I figure this one out, I'll let ya know. But, whatever "Will" and "Love" have to do with this dream, I'm clueless right now. But, nonetheless...there's that Haiku!

  7. Thanks so much for sharing Bonnie, I find this subject fascinating!

    I agree with what Gracie says as a part of it but I tend to think of these things as more literal symbology, more than just us talking to ourselves, more along these lines: "we operate from a mind field that all human brains are connected to". I believe that is a spiritual field, a oneness in another dimension that most have lost touch with. We are bound only by our own ignorance and lack of faith.

    Science can often be a stumbling block, a Doubting Thomas fooling us into thinking it can't be real if it can't be proven, causing blockage and self-limitations.

    I believe every detail is a clue. I am certainly no expert but this is what stands out for me,
    1st dream:
    2 cushion sofa - made for 2 - a partnership.
    A rather intimate setting in a sunken livingroom. You were on his RIGHT, shoulders touching. Larger sofa - a corporation?...talking to a rep? You are essentially ignoring/overlooking that conversation, wanting to move on. Maybe it is important, something you have missed and maybe need to focus on as Michael is. Something that you became aware of at the time of or happened before your dream.

    When I was little I was able to continue my dreams from one night to the next. Maybe you could go back and focus in on that conversation and Michael's demeanor.

    2nd half:
    Wow, could the camera setup represent "remote viewing"? It could be that you are both the one behind the camera and the child. Impersonator or representative? He's in the ring with two opposing "minor" players but not really taking it seriously or getting involved, singing to himself? Do you feel like the kid did in your dream? Michael is impatient with the kid avoiding the obvious, his purpose in being there.
    "Lift your head up high
    And scream out to the world
    I know I am someone
    And let the truth unfurl
    No one can hurt you now
    Because you know what's true
    Yes, I believe in me
    So you believe in you
    Help me sing it"
    WOW! The clues are certainly there.

    Just my thoughts, hope it helps you discern the meaning.

    I often thought while talking to Michael through my own grief...I am only one of millions, could he possibly hear me? I think yes, it's possible. My mind limits that to yes, but only if he is dead. I don't know how to access that spiritual oneness.

    Bonnie, you have a gift, coupled with a passion for truth. You were chosen for a reason.

  8. I don't remember many of my dreams except a few from childhood and one extremely specific symbolic one about the time I was going to make one of the biggest mistakes of my life. I wrote it down but ignored the warning. I was also told, "don't do it" over and over in my mind. I have to wonder where I'd be and what I would have accomplished if I would have heeded. I spent a lot of years stuck in regret.

    Anyway, the dream is a little too graphic to post here.

  9. Hi Bonnie...I have always had dreams that I believe were significant to events in my life or things that God wanted me to do or know.
    The night when you first mentioned in your post about the dream in which Michael asked you "What are you afraid of? What are you waiting for?" (July 8th "The Dissecting of Emotional Information on Michael")I had a dream that was so real I thought I was awake. I was laying in bed getting ready to go to sleep after spending most of the day on the "Michael Jackson pages" that I go to daily (yours and MJJ777 are my major go-to-pages for MJ discussion). On the right side of my bed is a small dresser that has a full length mirror in the center and two smaller mirrors on each side that swing in. As I lay on my side facing the dresser trying to fall asleep (this is the point where I am not sure if I was dreaming or awake) I look up and in the center mirror there is a man standing there; he was dressed in what appeared to be a very expensive white shirt, french design maybe. The collar of his shirt was open and the cuffs were open and turned up. He had on a nice pair of black slacks. His hair was black, shoulder length and slightly wavy. I could only see the one side of him and his back. It appeared that he had his back to me. His arms were crossed and on his wrist was a black wristband. He startled me but I wasn't afraid. I tried to turn over to see who was standing on the other side of my bed but I couldn't move. It seemed like forever that I was frozen there but in actuality it was only a few seconds. The man never spoke a word to me. When I was finally able to turn over and look at the other side of my bed, there was no one there. I turned back to the mirror and he was gone. I was going to post it here the next day but as the discussion had move on to the lyrics of Michael's song "Childhood" I decided not to. I just jotted it down in my journal and let it go. I can't really say it was Michael in the mirror because I didn't see his face straight on but I believe that is was. I just don't have any idea why.

  10. I think a whole lot of us may have had dreams where MJ is in them. The reasons for such are varied, but a few things seem to be a consistant...None of us are afraid of him, he seems to be quite well and at ease with himself (except for the "deer dreams" that Bonnie and I seem to have had a similar experience there), and for the most part, we tend to wake up with questions as to why it seems that he picked us to spend a little bit of time with in our dreams.

    Well, I don't know about everyone reading this, but for the most part, I think that MJ is letting all of us know that he's safe and fine where he's at. Sometimes he may have something on his mind, and he shares it with us. Be it through words, actions, or even just a "feeling."

    One thing that everyone needs to remember is that life doesn't end when the physical body does. The soul lives forever, and in some unique way, the fact that many of us dream about him, is proof of such.

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  12. Hi Bonnei - I believe your dreams means something. I am not a dream interpreter but I have heard that most of the time dream is about the dreamer state of mind and what is going on in their lives, and the message also comes in symbols. The first dream is showing you some struggle you have concerning Michael. Your second dream about the deer is trying to show you the strength that you have within you, because dreaming deer represent strength and stamina in one self. The third dream is to show you that you are actually overcoming the hurdle and to go for it. It is showing you by symbolizing with trees and rocks that are signs of maturity. Does it make sense? You tell me.

  13. "Science can often be a stumbling block, a Doubting Thomas fooling us into thinking it can't be real if it can't be proven, causing blockage and self-limitations"

    Truthbtold,How churlish and archaic to denounce science as such.Its tenuous and misguided. To proffer such a claim is a scant of faith on your part.Rather than on your excessive critique of science.

  14. Gracie said...

    "Science can often be a stumbling block, a Doubting Thomas fooling us into thinking it can't be real if it can't be proven, causing blockage and self-limitations"

    "Truthbtold,How churlish and archaic to denounce science as such.Its tenuous and misguided. To proffer such a claim is a scant of faith on your part.Rather than on your excessive critique of science."

    A personal attack Gracie? I see you have deleted your posts I quoted from and briefly referred to.

    That statement of mine can hardly be construed as an "excessive critique of science". What could be your purpose in belittling my input and de-railing this discussion?

    You are entitled to your opinions and I, mine.

    Yes, that is my opinion, my observation. I didn't say always and I didn't denounce science (in the way you have generalized) but its many branches have flaws and many (not all) people tend to look to it for answers to things that can not be proven rather than accessing and trusting God-given abilities. It creates a "Doubting Thomas" tendancy, people who won't believe unless science can prove it.

    Can science prove God exists? Can science prove what people experience while on the other side of near death or in dreams, the purpose of stone circles, how the pyramids were built, that humans are the only "intelligent" life that exists, that pharmaceuticals are safer than ancient natural medicines? Sometimes I think modern science is the archaic one.

    The burden of proof lies at the feet of science, it does not require my faith.

    The focus needs to remain on Michael and this blog post. I will not engage with you any further.

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  16. @Bonnie: Okay, after a bit of research regarding the "deer", courtesy of a dream interpretation book ("The Mystical, Magical, Marvelous World of Dreams", by Wilda B. Tanner) this is what I've come up with...

    Since the Buck seems rather prominent in the sense of his speaking, but you're inability to hear him, think on this:

    Big bucks may be a pun on big money. Many bucks = much money. Bucks may also refer to bucking the system, a person, or idea. It can also indicate males, maleness, strength, agility, "passing the buck," or "the buck stops here."

    The key issues here are this: "Passing the buck." This is one thing that the entire Jackson family--especially Joe (the lead Buck) has been doing since MJ's death. Not one of his family members are willing to admit that each one of them are a contributing factor in his demise in one form or another.

    "Big money." Well, I think that speaks for itself, especially since MJ is now in spite of his death, "the Billion Dollar Man", and all things MJ are now BIG business.

    Deer in themselves in dreams are representative of nature, beauty, grace, gentleness, peace, or can simply mean "dinner," trophy, or a pun on something that is dear to you. Two or more deer could be a pun on something being too dear.

    With that in mind, much as Michael was loved by his family and vice versa, the undeniable and indisputable fact here is that he was also their "meal ticket" with exception perhaps to Janet--the only other Jackson to have successfully made it on her own in the music business.

    I'm also taking note of the fact that we both went UPSTAIRS in each of our dreams, which in dream language indicative of the higher levels of consciousness and that of the "spirit end of life."

    The fact that for obvious reasons there was blood (the slaughtered deer (MJ himself)) in both our dreams, this is indicative of his life forces, energies, vitality...also the heavy price he paid in his life. Now, there is the shared fact that there was an entire "family" of deer surrounding us and the slaughtered deer in our dreams, I offer this: The deer are people and situations who literally bled MJ to death.

    In any case, I hope this sheds light for you. It did me!

  17. Bonnie,
    Do you dream in Color or Black and White?

    I usually dream in Black and White.

    In my dreams of Michael...I only see flashes of his face and that's it.

    But dreams are important and I do think they mean something.

    Sometimes a dream may have more than one meaning.

    What does it mean if you dream in Color as opposed to dreaming in Black and White?

    Does anyone know?

  18. Thank you Truthbtold.Please do abstain,curtailment is key.I have little interest in your comportment and fatuous ideology.

  19. Bonnie if I may please address something that been tugging at my heart.I have prayed on this and everything.but I just really feel like Truthbtold was so mean to that lady named Grace.I usually dont get involved but ever since that girl killed herself over cyber bullying,I just know in my heart of hearts if I dont stand up,I dont know I feel like my savior jesus christ wants me to get an apology to that young lady Grace.I read her stuff addresssed to you Bonnie and it was pretty decent. she didnt feel like she meant any harm.but out of nowhere this gal attacks her. now she took her stuff down and I honestly think she did that because she was attacked by truthbtold and run away scared. Now if the shoe was on the other foot I would do the same for you truthbtold. but it seem like you two is saying the same stuff. cept you went and attacked her beliefs. Now I have prayed on this over and over and God help me if I am wrong because I will be the first man up and apologizing to you Bonnie ,my fellow readers and to you truthbtold. I am a christian man I am imperfect but I tries real hard evrday to do the right thing. and I love Michael jackson because he was a very good man. and I do believe truth strength is admiting when we are wrong ok truthbtold? dont get me wrong here truthbtold i love you to but you was not nice doing what you did to that poor gal. so do like michael and make a change,ok,? truthbtold?and girl you continue spreading that truth there but lets show the world aint no michael jackson fan mean to another for diffrent beliefs? big the bigger person like i know you is. may God bless you and us all all for love do you remember that? l.o.v.e and Grace if you read this come on back girl you are safe right here no one is going to attack you.Thank you Bonnie for doing this good work and for allowing ,me to speak up.I hope I am doing the right thing but I will answer if I am wrong to my lord savior jesus christ. Its so easy to say sorry and I am if I caused anybody harm I never ever wanna do that. All for God and Love.I love you all more!

  20. I dont know fancy words but when my wife told me she read this i looked up the words and they are not bad words.i think she is trying to be really classy and maybe she is. but i me and my wife dont think she deserreved that and thats why my wife told me to say something thats not on her side or truthbetold side i pray its on the right side with god.because all i have for everybody is l.o.v.e in my heart! God bless


  21. David - Did you (or anybody reading) notice that in my original comment I was AGREEING with Gracie...that I found VALUE in her words: "we operate from a mind field that all human brains are connected to"? Need I say that I found her insight interesting and I learned something? Or, that her words provided some it not obvious? Or, is drawing inspiration from others no longer allowed in the land of "free speech"?

    Gee, I think I would have been appreciative of my input providing inspiration. But, we are all different and I accept that.

    Must I explain every word so it will not be misconstrued?

    I said, "I tend to think of these things as more literal symbology", meaning the contents of this blog post by Bonnie. That does not rule out other kinds of dreams (or even aspects of Bonnie's), in fact being deeper parts of ourselves talking to the self. "I tend to think" - I don't KNOW, I remain open-minded.

    When I said "We are bound only by our own ignorance and lack of faith." WE includes ME does it not? Later I said, "I don't know how to access that spiritual oneness." Doesn't that make it clear?

    What she in fact chose to attack was my seperate statement about science, which was not about her.
    Unless Gracie IS science itself, there is not even a reason to be so defensive and overtly offensive.


  22. Why am I then personally attacked for my ideas and observations with labels and insults in condescending language? She calls me a peasant, vulgar, difficult, boorish, surly (churlish), calls into question my conduct and behavior (comportment), calls my beliefs insignificant, unimportant, weak (tenuous), foolish, unintelligent doctrine and myth (fatuous ideology). Why the belittling attempt to silence?

    And I am the one then told by a 3rd party that poor Gracie has been bullied and needs an apology? I have not hurled such disrespect or insults in her direction.

    An apology as the result of demands has no value, it must come from the heart. If I step out of line I have no problem in apologizing. But I will not, just for the sake of peace, when I am the one being attacked and apparently misinterpreted. Because for me, that validates those offensive behaviors and solves nothing.

    So, what happens now, restrictive comment rules that do not allow us inspiring one another, building upon one another's ideas? Rules that bar us from talking about each others insight?

    This whole issue being blown out of proportion and context makes me wonder if I somehow within that comment post came close to the mark and that is the reason behind the attack - to defame me. I have to wonder if she is tied into the scientific community and I unintentionally stepped on toes.

    Carrying on with this has too much potential for division and is not serving the purpose we are supposed to be here for - together seeking justice for Michael. I am finished with this issue.

  23. Truthbtold you are a wonderful person! i just knew God would not stir me wrong.I knew this was all a big misunderstanding. it dont matter how it got that way just matter its fixed. GOD IS GREAT!. maybe Grace is working for science maybe it hurt her feelings.i think we should just say that if thats the case. then you can clear it all up in a jiffy rather than take the long way around. but it aint my place to say,its God's work that must be done. this is how we learn huh? i always love michael and i try real hard everyday to channel his love and you know what I usualy have a beautiful loving day when i do.michael was an angel. i now evil in this world lets just say i am a vet and i dont like to talk about it but just know fighting is wrong.i have seen evil with my own eyes i have seen the devils work and Michael Jackson? Aint NOTHING no evil in that man even if he tried real hard to be mean he couldnt. and truthbtold because you apologize for your part dont EVER mean you are condoning that kind of treatment from people,thats for them and God to wor aint even our place and you dont even have to think or worry about that. because you spoke your truth and you came from love.if people cant seethat it dont even matter because to walk in truth is walking with the good lord.we can only pray for others to follow suit.
    and you know what else? all this evil doers that do harm onto michael? we cant worry about them justice IS NOT amount of money I DONT CARE WHAT THEY SAY NO MONEY CAN MAKE THEM EVIL DOERS peaceful inside they are living the consequences for their wrong.They aint with the lord so they aint happy.

  24. no happy person in this world spreads it just means they are misery themselves. that is hell to live in evil. trust me i know. aint nothing worth carrying a grudge for even if it is a misunderstanding. we work it out if we can.all we can do is extend the hand. and you did that truthbtold you spoke your truth. next time all you got do is say right then and there how much that lady inspired you,i guarantee you have put a smile on her face from ear to ear made her day! but it didnt come out that way oh well live and we learn but I dont like seeing fighting.i may not use fancy words or anything or seem dumb to people but i have seen alot of awful things that aint no reason for them.people dying over they beliefs both thinking they right. if theys just apply the bible to they life we would have mor e harmony. whatever they bible is.

  25. I am a christian man.i have been attacked for my beliefs and i now what that feels like. feels like i am hated like all they love is taken away from i was a criminal. I AINT NEVER WANNA MAKE ANYONE FEEL BAD LIKE THAT FOR THEY BELIEFS. i just wanna be loved like everybody else do. now grace gots do right by you to truthbtold. but i know you both are strong very smart ladys imagine the good for michael you can both do together for michaels kids. i know the jacksons too. but his kids are in pain and people aint doing right by them.but Michael is with our Lord. he can do so much more now to help them.because he is in peace now where he belong with God.but hes kids aint. so justice God will serve even if our government dont. and you know MICHAEL never worried about that deep in his heart.he aint never need to sue nobody because it aint up to him to punish its God's will.
    I really think we need to shift focus for hes kids sake.Them kids are miracles best thing that ever ever happen to Michael Jackson. dont you feel sad for Michael because he had Love and he felt the truest form of it,a gift from God. Now from the grammys or AEG he got his from GOD.Michael never ha to want anything else in his life. Cant you just feel the power of the lords love between michael and he's kids? I am a muscled grown man who cries like a baby when i see Michael with his kids. we cant look at what we dont have but what we do have that God gives us.I know I aint never putting down science because i gave me so much when i was sick.all i had around me when i was sick was the God's children trying to do right and they did they got me laughing when i was just bout ready to give in.I pray for them doctors. I dont know any bad doctor that was telling me they dont believe because they couldnt know what they telling me truthbtold? medicine dont know very much but medicine come a long way the human body is too much of a miracle to fully understand.but where there is faith there is healing.
    maybe Grace is a science believer and used to being attacked.and she a mivhael fan so we all know we gets attacked.maybe she took it all bad.but i wanna encourage an intelligent woman that is Grace to speak her truth but nicely and coming from only love.

    Just because we feel we is right doesnt mean we can be judge and jury to all them evil doers they gots to answer to the one up above. so bonnie have your opinions but we as christians no better than to become what we's against like j.randy guy. he know the truth of what he done. he gotta live with that. remember what Jesus say about casting the first stone. Lets stick to the truth and facts we do know about michael. #1 is we love him. lets talk about how he made good in our life. his children dont need to read what we think certain people did. they dont need to get mixed up in that mess.because the fact is it dont help. its getting to you so much yous dreaming bout it.I rather make history in these blogs of how much good michael do.I know i dont wanna know or see what evil did to my Daddy especilly since i cant do nothing bout it.
    well my wife is saying i talk to much. but i really love you all. L.O.V.E Godbless you all and Michael, and Michael jr. lilttle Prince,paris,katherine and hes sibling and fans.we love u more Michael!

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  28. oh heck! i posted too many times my same blog over and over.i mean statement.see i am imperfect but i will take my double statements so nobody have to read them twice. I goofed. bye. sorry.

  29. Thank you for your kind and understanding words, David. I will do my best to reflect some of your sweet loving kindness...someone I was fortunate enough to cross paths with in this crazy world.

    Yes, those people's time will come in the hereafter for their evil deeds. But, if we don't fight for liberty and justice on this earth then we will be enslaved by the bureaucratic machine, which puts money and power first. We must seek truth, shed light in darkness and defend our rights, it is our duty to do so...for this and future generations.

    Michael's kids will be ok. They had his unconditional love and guidance for as long as he was able. They are strong with a very good foundation. They are mature for their years and if they happened to read blogs such as this one seeking justice for their dad, I think they could understand and maybe even appreciate. Nothing will ever be as hard as losing the one they loved, trusted and depended upon most. Believe me, that experience forces growth and strength.

    You take care.

  30. Thank you David that is quite compassionate on your part.

    My post were redundant and long. I removed for easier reading.

    I am flattered and honored if my words can inspire(which was always the intention).My sincerest apologies to truthbtold. for the record my life is in the entertainment world.

  31. Thank you Gracie and sorry I didn't make it clear in the first place that your posts inspired me. I guess I thought I had, it was clear to me.

    You should have left your posts up, they were interesting. A range of thoughts and insight are good and can get people to think about things they may not you did for me.

    Peace and love...

    Mission complete David, good job!

  32. Peace and Love definitely truthbtold! Again I am truly sorry. yes! David good job! I am in awe and inspired more than ever!Now back to Michael as I agree not to divert focus:)

  33. Wow, I am impressed. Thank you David for stopping by.

    I had the same thing happen to me on FB post where someone belittled everyone's belief in God. It was very rude even though I don't think she meant it to come off that way.

    Same thing happened as what happened here, someone stepped in, a believer and showed the person what they did without offending them.

    Spiritual beliefs are a very personal thing. Everyone believes they have the truth.

    There is one truth out there . . . and God uses all of it, including science, to prove it.

    Thank you everyone for your input and comments on the dreams. Every one gave me better understanding.

  34. Hey Bonnie...welcome to the conversation! LOL

    I want to thank you for practicing wisdom and patience, allowing this to play out. WE <--- ;o) must have needed this lesson in our lives, and
    who knows who else it may touch.

    Thank you for all you do!

  35. Gracie ~
    No worries at all girl, I forgive you...and appreciate you! Maybe it needed to happen, I sure needed a boost out of the mundane...LOL... to feel the goodness of peace and love after adversity. It gives me hope for that elusive thing called unity. Go forth and be a stronger you, believe in yourself and know that your experiences and insight are IMPORTANT...don't delete! :o)

  36. David, I held back before but I've just got to say it...You are just the sweetest thang! Thank you for taking that uncomfortable step of obedience. I can almost see you smiling at the wonderful difference you have made. I hope you are and that you are a happy man in spite of the scars this world has left upon you. I leave you with this:

    Most Beautiful Heart
    One day a young man was standing in the middle of the town proclaiming that he had the most beautiful heart in the whole valley. A large crowd gathered and they all admired his heart for it was perfect. There was not a mark or a flaw in it. Yes, they all agreed it truly was the most beautiful heart they had ever seen. The young man was very proud and boasted more loudly about his beautiful heart.

    Suddenly, an old man appeared at the front of the crowd and said, "Why your heart is not nearly as beautiful as mine."

    The crowd and the young man looked at the old man's heart. It was beating strongly, but full of scars, it had places where pieces had been removed and other pieces put in, but they didn't fit quite right and there were several jagged edges. In fact, in some places there were deep gouges where whole pieces were missing. The people stared -- how can he say his heart is more beautiful, they thought?

    The young man looked at the old man's heart and saw its state and laughed. "You must be joking," he said. "Compare your heart with mine, mine is perfect and yours is a mess of scars and tears."

    "Yes," said the old man, "Yours is perfect looking but I would never trade with you. You see, every scar represents a person to whom I have given my love - I tear out a piece of my heart and give it to them, and often they give me a piece of their heart which fits into the empty place in my heart, but because the pieces aren't exact, I have some rough edges, which I cherish, because they remind me of the love we shared.

    "Sometimes I have given pieces of my heart away, and the other person hasn't returned a piece of his heart to me. These are the empty gouges -- giving love is taking a chance. Although these gouges are painful, they stay open, reminding me of the love I have for these people too, and I hope someday they may return and fill the space I have waiting. So now do you see what true beauty is?"

    The young man stood silently with tears running down his cheeks. He walked up to the old man, reached into his perfect young and beautiful heart, and ripped a piece out. He offered it to the old man with trembling hands.

    The old man took his offering, placed it in his heart and then took a piece from his old scarred heart and placed it in the wound in the young man's heart. It fit, but not perfectly, as there were some jagged edges.

    The young man looked at his heart, not perfect anymore but more beautiful than ever, since love from the old man's heart flowed into his. They embraced and walked away side by side.

    ~By Walter Wangerin~

    Thank you for sharing your love, David.

  37. Michael is smiling right now...

  38. Im sobbing at all the beauty and love here...feels warm and nice.You are funny truthbtold but thats a healthy perspective! yes it was definitely not mundane! :)

    Monica,beautiful thought!I will think of this as I fall asleep. I hope to dream we are all together in peace watching Michael ENJOYING performing for us all.Peter (Lopez) is there too left hand side of the stage like he always stood...
    And when I awake all of our dream comes true!justice is finally served...I dream...Love moves mountains and God creates miracles.

  39. Ladies I cant take credit for the work you do! plus it was my wife helping to and God the almighty.I made it to los angels californa and i have given my computer to my wifes daughter and i sold my other one because i wanna stop by michael jackons havenhurt house in encino to give them Michael jr.,paris,and little prince blanket some im gonna make this short but God bless you all. L.O.V.E


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