August 26, 2010 – Curtain Call for Norma Jean, God Bless you
A Short Allegory For Michael's Birthday.
In the midst of a 14 month search for the eloquence of subtle suggestion captured in the every day events of an eclipsed illusion, I find myself with the ever so slight pull to either side of my face. It’s called a smile. As events unfold, the smile widens and it carries the hint of suppressed knowledge. The show must go on. The art of creation has its originator and he has always been in charge.
As the back end of the better half of a performance unfolds before millions, some have eyes to see and ears to hear, leaving others to question the plot. No one can force the awakening of the senses. Some have eyes and ears closed to anything other than their own, self-generated stimuli. The show, after all, has become about them while the star stands beyond the curtain of his Heavenly Haven, awaiting the next cue. Some see the shadow against the curtain. Some see a mirage before it. The star has prescribed their misinterpretation, as it is one of his shields.
The slight-of- hand shell game has not yet seen its last patron. The star, bemused, bides his time. He knows the game of chess and knows it well. After all, aren’t we all pawns jockeying for position before the castle, bishop or queen plows us down in their rush to get to the king? The star is well protected. The players are experts and it will be a long game. The victor will be the creator of illusion, with whom God has been all along, assisting in a show that was, was not, yet is. There is genius stuff going on in the wings that none can see.
Illusion of Light and Movement
The curtain opens. In the din of the carnival grounds, a lone soul walks. She’s been here before. She looks around the dream at people with nothing behind their eyes. She knows her pre-ordained destination and she continues. The two in cloaks following her are not strangers, but they maintain their distance, watching her from afar. They know she knows. They whisper amongst themselves but she has ears that hear, and eyes that see. She is aware they know that she knows. A chess game on a different board. The pieces moving are events in an act that link the scenes on the script.
As the sun goes down the people fade away, one by one. The sun slowly touches the horizon, and soon only three lone entities remain on the carnival grounds. The one with eyes that see and ears that hear, and the two in cloaks who are not strangers and know that she knows.
They follow her through the curtain, but one cannot go. He is defeated before he reaches the veil. Down the stairs and into the room, under the chandelier on which hangs the golden cord. It is there they stare each other down: One fighting for innocence, the other looking to devour it.
The last two chess pieces on the board stand their ground. No checkmate. There is only the golden cord before her forehead as she looks up in acceptance. A moment of uncertainty and he advances, giving her the cue for her to reach up with every bit of faith she has and pull the cord that before was forbidden. The golden cord. The final curtain call.
As she pulls the cord, the curtain falls. Brilliant light overtakes everything, disintegrating the room and the one devouring innocence. Soon his screams disintegrate as well, leaving the one who knows paralyzed and blinded by the countenance of His presence. She is not afraid. Cradled by rapture she is gathered up, feeling neither heat nor cold, hunger nor discomfort, contentment and peace is filling her child’s heart.
Michael's Earthly Mission - Children
Transitional stages of being increases her prescient sense of truth as she is lifted up. She is engulfed by it. She understands the reasons for every delay in the answers. She no longer knows fear, only resolve that truth has always been there like a fortress, and the Creator of all things watches over his children in omnipotent protection, supreme power.
Upon opening her eyes to what was once painful, she sees with the eyes unveiled by worldly burdens she feels, smells, lives for the first time in child-like newness.
The first vision is of the leaves of the vine. She smells, tastes, sees and feels them all at the same time, knowing the leaf on the vine intimately; it moves through her veins . . . the presence of it. The experience is acute, as if this is the first time her senses have really worked.
Next she sees the bird in the tree. The Golden Finch. The fiber of every feather she instantly knows. She hears its heart as if the sound were coming from within her. The bird blinks twice in acknowledgment then flies off. She loves. Her heart is open with free-flowing exchange of energy and emotion . . . the likeness in which we were created, she is now complete.
The star, the King on the chess board, the creator of illusion turns over his crown to the one who gave it to him. As the last enemy falls, he whispers in humble recognition, “It is done and I praise you.” He says. “Thank you for bringing me this far . . . The children are taking it from here.”
Michael in "Stranger in Moscow" Another Lyrical Prayer
The star appears for The Final Curtain call. He bows as they call Norma Jean. Only those with eyes that see and ears that hear will know what has just happened. Only those who knew his heart will understand that he had yet to scratch the surface of his true purpose, which has just begun.
We almost made it . . . didn’t we? We are almost there.
“Don’t be nervous. I’m going to need your time and your patience.” “We want to take them to places they’ve never been before. Show them talent they’ve never seen before.”
You’ve been doing that for decades.
Happy Birthday Michael.
Revelation : 3 – 5, “They sang as it were a new song before the throne, before the four living creatures, and the elders; and no one could learn that song except the hundred and forty-four thousand who were redeemed from the earth. 4 These are the ones who were not defiled with women, for they are virgins. These are the ones who follow the Lamb wherever He goes. These were redeemed[c] from among men, being firstfruits to God and to the Lamb. 5 And in their mouth was found no deceit,[d] for they are without fault before the throne of God.”
Revelation 2:26 – “And he that overcometh, and keepeth my works unto the end, to him will I give power over the nations”
Michael Performing "Earth Song" Emotional Finale
From Micheline James on Your Birthday. And from everyone else in comments below.
"Precious Michael - you always were the beautiful dove soaring above adversity. Many attempted to clip your wings, but nothing could keep you from being free. I often cried with you, and struggled with you on this journey of discovery. One day I will savor the joy with you as you land on the winds of truth and victory! Here for you always." - Micheline
Michael, from all of us here at Michael’s Guardian, we love you. We miss you, and we will continue to dig for the truth, defend you, and help others get to know who you really are.
My gift to you . . . Find one child who needs love and hope, and answer their prayer.
"God, my God, I cry out
Your beloved needs You now
God, be near, calm my fear
And take my doubt
Your kindness is what pulls me up
Your love is all that draws me in" Bebo Norman Song
Michael Joe Jackson
Michael in Deep Thought
Michael Crying during performance amidst 1993 Child Molestation Allegations
Michael and his Daughter Paris