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Michael Jackson Justice: Michael Jackson and Child Abuse Patterns

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Monday, March 28, 2011

Michael Jackson and Child Abuse Patterns

Michael Jackson, Evan Chandler and Todd Bridges
Michael’s Fight for the Children, Part 7

Matthew 18:3 – “and said, “Assuredly, I say to you, unless you are converted and become as little children, you will by no means enter the kingdom of heaven.

She turned down the dark hall where she saw the man disappear.  The man with her doll.  She was afraid but she wanted her doll back.  She tentatively moved along the corridor. She could see light coming from the far end.

As she got closer to the source of light, she saw clumps of something along the walls.  They were  . . . dolls!  Dolls slumped in different states of disrepair, staring lifelessly at her.  They made her nervous but they also made her sad.  Why were they being stolen?  Where were their mommies?

As she came upon the doorway from which the source of light came, she stepped into a room filled . . . FILLED with dolls.  All shapes, sizes, colors, ethnic origins, religions, economic backgrounds – All of them just sitting there.

The girl looked left, then right and she saw him.  At the far end of the room, sat the man she thought took off with her doll.  He was sitting in large cushioned rocking chair.  He was rocking two dolls, one on each leg.  He cradled one as he was putting the arm back on the other.  He was singing to them.  He had tears in his eyes and he hugged first one doll to his cheek, then the other.  As he did so, they came to life.

With her mouth open, she watched the dolls, who were now children, bounce down from his lap and run off into another room where she heard joy and laughter erupt.  When they disappeared behind the door, the girl turned back to the man in the chair.

“Who are you looking for” he said warily, “I’ve done nothing wrong.”

She blinked twice before answering, “So you are the man stealing the dolls?”

“I’m not stealing them.” He replied gently, “They are broken.  I am fixing them.”

The girl stared at him.  He continued when she said nothing, “They are broken.  I hear them.  I feel them.  I bring them here, away from those who broke them, and I fix them.”

“But my doll wasn’t  . . .” then she stopped.  She was broken. Someone had taken her, broken her and thrown her away.  “But I was coming to get her.  I didn’t want her thrown away!”

“But that’s what they do.  They use them until they are broken, then throw them away.  I hear their cries, find them and bring them here.” He said to her.

The girl cried, “But I didn’t break her!  I love her!  Why would I do that?”

With a sad and painful expression, the man looked up at her from his chair as he reached for another doll and pulled this one into his lap.  He began rocking it, put his cheek to the doll’s cheek and began softly singing to it.  When he finished his little song, the doll began to stir then softly cry.

“No, you didn’t break her but you let it happen.  You let those people take her and use her, yet she wanted you.  She cried for you, but you did not hear her.”

The girl went to her knees crying, “No!  They said it was for her own good!  They said she needed to be around other children!  They said that they were better teachers! What was I supposed to do?”

The boy doll who was no longer a doll turned his head toward the crying girl.  The man leaned over and whispered something to the child.   The boy, no more than two years old, slid down to the floor and walked over to the crying girl.  He put one chubby hand on either side of her cheek and lifted her face to him.  He had big, beautiful brown eyes and blonde hair.  His face was angelic.  He looked into her eyes and said, “I love you” in his little baby voice, and threw his little arms around her neck.

Hugs of Hope

The girl cried out loud and took the little boy in her arms, sobbing uncontrollably. She hugged him tight to her.  His little baby voice said, “Don’t be sad. This is where everything comes back to life.”

She pulled back from him and looked into his face.  He had a peaceful, innocent smile on his face. She smiled.  The little boy leaned forward, kissed the girl on the forehead, then took off for the door to the “happy room”.   She heard the din of children playing before he shut the door when he entered.

When she turned back toward the man she found him standing over her.  She looked up at him, tears making his image swim above her.

He knelt down on one knee and took both her hands, “Take a look around.  Look at them all.”  He gave her time to glance around at the hopeless dolls, sitting lifeless against the walls, on the sills, in the doorway, beyond the window filling the outdoors as far as she could see.  Suddenly she felt the pain of abandonment, theirs and she crumbled at the weight of the pain, but he grabbed her shoulders.

“I can’t do this by myself.  I need somebody’s help.   They need somebody’s help.”

“But they said you were stealing them and hurting them!” she said.

“No.” He smiled sadly, shaking his head, “They’ve been trying to keep me from helping them. Because when I fix them, they remember the bad ones no more and the bad ones have no more control over them.”

“So you’ve been helping them all this time?”  She asked.

She looked into his eyes and knew it was the truth.

“Chrissy”, she said, “I came looking for Chrissy.”

The man stood, taking both her hands to help her up.  “Come with me,” he said.  She followed him to the door the children disappeared behind and entered with him.


The light was bright at first, but her eyes got used to it.  They were standing on grass, in a very large meadow.  There were swings, and jungle gyms, children in trees and tree houses, playing in a brook and splashing each other.  Others were chasing puppies, puppies were chasing them, there were children everywhere.

They walked a bit.  Finally the girl asked him, “How did you find this place?”

The man answered, “This is the world that I come from.” He said, “You did too, but you don’t remember it.”

She watched him as he walked.  He seemed so familiar.  The eyes were kind but beyond gentle.  They nurtured with a look.  He noticed her looking at him and turned toward her.

“This is important. We don’t have much time left.” He said, “They have not a clue when it’s all going to end.  We have to get to all the children.  If we don’t by the time Heaven fulfills its prophecy, the children will be lost.”

She looked into his eyes and saw the promise she had read about.  He said to her, “There has to be a revival of the mothers and fathers.  They have to help with the children.”

Just then, a little body slammed into her leg.  She looked down and it was her own “Chrissy”.  No longer dirty and soiled, with broken limbs but a full and vibrant child.

When she exclaimed “Chrissy!” her voice was that of a grown up.  She picked up her child, crying, remembering the day they came to take her to school.  When the big sleep began to take her over.

Everything came back to her in flash pictures:  The checkups, the day care then grade school, the gradual prying from her that both teachers, television, music and in the distance of memory, she could hear her daughter crying, asking for her time.

When the woman opened her eyes, she looked over at the smiling man.  “Did you fix her?”

He smiled, and humbly put his head down.  “It was love.  I was just the vessel in which it was delivered . . . will you help me?  I can’t do it alone”.


It’s not just the little ones that need
To remember what it feels like to
Be cared about

I want to go back to this because there have been some revelations during phone conversations over the weekend that flashed some lights for me to look in those directions.  Expanding on the “Fight for the Children, Part 6” - Source

Someone who is NOT a friend said that my blog became “insane”.  What she does not know is that I agree with her.  And If it weren’t for the same patterns showing up with other child stars, I would drop the subject altogether.  Unfortunately, evidence not just all over the entertainment industry, but also throughout the social-guiding industries up through the top echelons of our government.  That prevents me from ignoring it, as ugly as it is.

The only time I have cried this much during this whole blog’s life is when I still believed Michael was gone.  These children however, are really gone. 

Michael has said in more than one speech that his childhood was stolen from him.

So was mine.  Does it mean the same thing as when mine was stolen from me?  For me, it was my innocence.  Michael has said in more than one interview that he sees God in the smiling, innocence of children.  So he surrounded himself with them.  I surrounded myself with pictures I drew of them.  But both of us were in constant search of the same thing.  Innocence.  I was too young to even know what it was I was looking for.

Michael took to heart what Jesus said in the Bible about being like “such as these” children to enter the kingdom of Heaven.  The difference between he and I was there was a time that I thought I could not get there because of what happened to me.  I know better now, but it still took Michael to show me that innocence is more than just a physical condition before marriage.  Become like children . . .

There are so many other children out there that are struggling with who they are, who loves them and for what, where they fit in the world. So many of them take their own lives because they feel they are broken.

We had covered the story of the Corey’s . . . Feldman and Haim.  That was covered on their own reality show “The Two Coreys”.  Corey Feldman told GQ Magazine that it was his assistant.  Corey Haim accused Feldman of witnessing the “rape” of him and that it was a guy that Feldman “still hung out with”.  Feldman didn’t deny it on the reality show, and talked about it in a rather detached manner in his GQ interview.

@1:54 Haim Drops the Secret
Feldman is Not Happy About It

Todd Bridges, also a child star during that same era, talked about his publicist molesting him in this clip:

Todd Bridges on Wendy Williams

When Todd mentions that this happened between the ages of eleven and twelve, two things struck me as sounding very familiar.  That his publicist had him convinced he was gay, and that his mother wanted to go after the publicist, but his father took the rapists side.  Why?  Why would a parent take the side of the rapist over his child?  Was the Hollywood money too good to turn down?

When I  thought of the father taking the rapists side, It reminded me of Evan Chandler, drugging his own son Jordan Chandler with Sodium Amytal to brainwash his own son to testify against Michael in 1993.  Sodium Amytal was one of the MKUltra and Monarch Mind control drugs listed by one of that program’s previous programmers discussed on THIS BLOG update.

But this also led me to Ray Chandler’s book, “All That Glitters”, he tells of an episode where Evan Chandler drugged Michael with Toradol.  It is in the same class of drugs that range from Vicodin and Oxycontin to Tramadol which is what I am taking right now for my knee injury.  It is usually used for post-operative pain and NOT the same as Tylenol or Advil.

During Ray Chandler’s account in the book, Evan drugs Michael to relieve him of a “migraine”, then proceeds to stroke Michael’s hair and ask him repeatedly if he is gay. (some suspect the book was actually written by Evan Chandler, but with Ray’s name on it to avoid being sued for breaching the confidentiality agreement . . . but if Ray knows about it, wasn’t it breached?)

Ray/Evan Chandler’s book was written in a thinly veiled attempt to distract from those behind the conspiracy surrounding Michael.  Evan Chandler was not wealthy enough to pay off Government officials, police department, D.A. psychiatrists, judges and lawyers.  Remember the phone conversation in which Evan is talking to his son’s step father, Schwartz:

There was no reason why he [Jackson] had to stop calling me…I picked the nastiest son of a bitch I could find [Evan Chandler's lawyer, Barry Rothman], all he wants to do is get this out in the public as fast as he can, as big as he can and humiliate as many people as he can. He’s nasty, he’s mean, he’s smart and he’s hungry for publicity. Everything’s going to a certain plan that isn’t just mine. Once I make that phone call, this guy is going to destroy everybody in sight in any devious, nasty, cruel way that he can do it. I’ve given him full authority to do that. Jackson is an evil guy, he is worse than that and I have the evidence to prove it. If I go through with this, I win big-time. There’s no way I lose. I will get everything I want and they will be destroyed forever…Michael’s career will be over.”

Other Hollywood celebrities victims of abuse

There has been some new information dug up about quite a few people that surrounded Michael Jackson and tomorrow we are going to show you who they are, and how they were “installed” as Michael’s handlers, who introduced them and how they “tag-teamed” to keep him surrounded.

“We sing songs for the wishing
For those who are kissing
But not for the missing . . .

So this one’s for all the lost children . . .”


  1. Bonnie,
    Some people believe that the MK Ultra brainwashing methods were flawed - because 'patients' reverted back to their own beliefs once the brainwashing methods stopped. So I'll be interested to see your piece on the 'handlers', because keeping Michael surrounded could be a way to continue mind control over a period of time.

  2. @ BONNIE : Your Dolls story : one of the most charming stories I read from you though mixed with sadness, a deep appeal to our soul, conscience & capacity of love : we should put the best of our soul in all what surrounds us with much care & love : our dearest, suffering children & people, animals, gardens, nature & why not our objects charged with endearing souvenirs. In your story, Michael must be the man repairing the lost children & you as a little girl a part of the story too. Thank you for this beautiful writing.

    Gavin Arvizo & Jordan Chandler were each subdued by insane & greedy parents but as young men, none of them ever publicly admitted Michael's innocence : it was done at some point but the info source is rather unclear. So I guess we'll have to live with it & they with their conscience.

  3. "I picked the nastiest son of a bitch I could find [Evan Chandler's lawyer, Barry Rothman], all he wants to do is get this out in the public as fast as he can, as big as he can and humiliate as many people as he can. He’s nasty, he’s mean, he’s smart and he’s hungry for publicity. Everything’s going to a certain plan that isn’t just mine."
    The first book about Michael, I read later after his death and was "Michael Jackson Dossier" by Ken Paisli. And on page 14-15 is reported telephone conversation between Chandler and Schwartz (second husband of the mother of Jordan). When I read these lines, I realized that in the vortex of trouble Michael had fallen. As the pictures he has had to endure. A real torture. Poor Michael, as he must have suffered.
    Finally, Chandler said:
    "Michael’s career will be over.”
    This can not be a person of respect. He was a despicable person. He has ruined the life of Michael but also that of his son Jordan. Jordan will always have to mark of infamy for having accused the person most innocent and kind on this earth, Michael.
    Bonnie, I'll cling to me with affection.
    I wish I were there.

  4. Hi Bonnie Thank you for this blog soo sad what these Greedy evil jealous people did to Michael I cried reading this blog. Poor Michael how can one man meet soo many narcissist evil envy greedy people in his life, I can never understand. Dear Bonnie I hope you feel better soon please do take care Bonnie. God Bless.

  5. Princessglam said - "So I'll be interested to see your piece on the 'handlers', because keeping Michael surrounded could be a way to continue mind control over a period of time. "

    >>>>>> From what I have been able to research it looks like they "overlapped" Michael's handlers. New blog is up on Uri Geller.

    LineCH said - "In your story, Michael must be the man repairing the lost children & you as a little girl a part of the story too. Thank you for this beautiful writing"

    >>>>>>>>> Yes, that is Michael. The little girl can be anybody (I don't have daughters, only sons) but I did have a lot of dolls growing up that I considered my children. I believe now that Evan Chandler was killed as a warning to Jordan not to talk just because Michael was gone.

    Skiper said - "Jordan will always have to mark of infamy for having accused the person most innocent and kind on this earth, Michael."

    >>>>>>>>> Both Jordan and Gavin will have that mark, Skiper. It's a shame because it is their parents that gave it to them.

    Ella said - "Poor Michael how can one man meet soo many narcissist evil envy greedy people in his life, I can never understand. "

    >>>>>>>>>> All those "narcissists" were installed around him, he didn't meet them by accident. Thank you for the healing thoughts Ella! ♥ I'm trying!

  6. Your story of the dolls is beautiful, Bonnie. Was that a dream you had?

    The importance of holding on to our childlike qualities can not be emphasized enough! It can be a real battle as people, through words and actions, try to rip it from us. So many just don't understand. Michael sure had it figured out.

    What strikes me about these boys' stories...both Coreys & Todd the time in life they are sexually violated - adolescence, puberty - the natural time of sexual identity being formed.

    And now we have sexuality being unnaturally imposed on little children through television, computers, desensitizing games and sex ed in schools (5 years old?!?). It's insanity! Parents definitely need to step back into the picture, stand firm on their parental rights and responsibilities, take control back from these evil tyrants. Too many parents act like giving birth is the end instead of the beginning. Teachers and (pre)school administration all too often act the same way - pushing parents away. To them, our children are just commodities hinged to their funding.

    Michael was so right in speaking to parents, encouraging their involvement with their own children! It's shameful that it's even an issue.

  7. More info on Todd Bridges:

    "Ex-Diff'rent Strokes star recalls memories of child molestation on Oprah

    Former child star Todd Bridges broke down as he read an extract from his memoirs on U.S. TV show Oprah on April 28 - because his own words brought back terrible memories of a childhood molestation.

    Host Oprah Winfrey asked the ex-Diff'rent Strokes star to read from his book, Killing Willis, after he revealed how the sex acts had begun when he was just 11.

    The actor explained that a trusted male mentor and publicist had treated him to gifts and urged him to ignore the adulation of screaming girl fans before sexually abusing him.

    Bridges started reading and lost his composure as he fought back tears. He continued, "He pulled my pants down. He put his mouth on me and I got hard. I didn't know where to look or how to feel. I squirmed against the back of the seat... I hoped it would be over fast. That's what happened; I came."

    He added, "As I confessed and I was upset about it, I liked the way that it felt. I didn't think about whether or not it was wrong."

    The actor held his head in his hand and started crying as he put the book down and told Winfrey, "I'm past it but it still hurts because it ruined my life. I spent the rest of my time trying to cover up how I felt about it, that pain."

    Bridges composed himself after a commercial break and revealed his molester, a man named Ronald, tried to take the place of his father - and he had confusing moments where he just attacked the man who stole his innocence.

    The actor's mother, who was in the studio audience, revealed her son's strange behavior struck a chord with her - because she had been molested as a child, also.

    Bridges explained, "My mother took me off of him. I think she knew right away what had happened."

    His mom then chased Ronald out of the house with a knife and called her son's father, who refused to believe Bridges had been molested.

    The actor recalled, "That really destroyed me because my father was supposed to be my protector. He didn't protect me."

    At that point, Bridges broke down again and sobbed, "He allowed this man to do this to me and didn't help me.

    "I have kids today (and) if my kids told me that, I'm going to jail; that guy's dead. There's no way he's gonna live." Source =


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