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Michael Jackson Justice: Where the Love of God Goes

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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".

Monday, June 6, 2011

Where the Love of God Goes

Does Anyone Know Where the Love of God Goes
When the Waves Turn the Minutes to Hours?


There are songs, written words, poems and music that more than others make us feel the story, the lives and the heart of those entombed in works of which were written about them.

Some songs and melodies make us think more and feel more about God and the song below is one such song.   The first time I heard it, I was still a child and it was the melody in the instruments that captured me.  It wasn’t until several years later that I would come upon the lyrics and learn what the song was really about.

The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald



The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they called "Gitche Gumee."
The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead
when the skies of November turn gloomy.
With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more
than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty,
that good ship and true was a bone to be chewed
when the "Gales of November" came early.

The ship was the pride of the American side
coming back from some mill in Wisconsin.
As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most
with a crew and good captain well seasoned,
concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms
when they left fully loaded for Cleveland.
And later that night when the ship's bell rang,
could it be the north wind they'd been feelin'?

The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound
and a wave broke over the railing.
And ev'ry man knew, as the captain did too
'twas the witch of November come stealin'.
The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait
when the Gales of November came slashin'.
When afternoon came it was freezin' rain
in the face of a hurricane west wind.

When suppertime came the old cook came on deck sayin'.
"Fellas, it's too rough t'feed ya."
At seven P.M. a main hatchway caved in; he said,
(*2010 lyric change: At 7 p.m., it grew dark, it was then he said,)
"Fellas, it's bin good t'know ya!"
The captain wired in he had water comin' in
and the good ship and crew was in peril.
And later that night when 'is lights went outta sight
came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald.

Does any one know where the love of God goes
when the waves turn the minutes to hours?
The searchers all say they'd have made Whitefish Bay
if they'd put fifteen more miles behind 'er.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
they may have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the faces and the names
of the wives and the sons and the daughters.

Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings
in the rooms of her ice-water mansion.
Old Michigan steams like a young man's dreams;
the islands and bays are for sportsmen.
And farther below Lake Ontario
takes in what Lake Erie can send her,
And the iron boats go as the mariners all know
with the Gales of November remembered.

In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed,
in the "Maritime Sailors' Cathedral."
The church bell chimed 'til it rang twenty-nine times
for each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald.
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
of the big lake they call "Gitche Gumee."
"Superior," they said, "never gives up her dead
when the gales of November come early!"


This is one of the most hauntingly beautiful yet reflective songs I have ever had enter my ears and work through the canals of my brain.  Back in 2007 some time I was listening to this song on Youtube and I just closed my eyes.  Once was not enough.  I played the song again and again until I knew how the words fit in the melody so I could sing with it.

There are some songs that tell a story much better than any movie could and this is one of them.  If Movies are the most creative of the art mediums out there, then by far, music is the most emotionally captivating.  Even without film, a mind can envision the story,  the characters and the expressions on the faces with the proper match of words and notes.  It is a marriage that becomes one and no man can tear apart.

God must have known the incredible cleansing powers of music and how it can snake into the pipes of the heart no matter how severe the curves within the canals and flush it out.  Music can find emotions you didn’t even know you had and irrigate the dust of a soul that was previously stunted by the drought of neglect.

This song allowed me to see the angry waves of a storm-churned lake, feel the rolling of a slippery deck and the bite of wind-driven foam mixed with sleet.  It allowed me to hear the muffled sounds of the shouts of men cut off by whistling cables and converging water, all behind a pair of eyelids.

There was one line in the song that really told another level of this story, yet left the conclusion of it to the listener . . . “Does anyone know where the love of God goes when the waves turn the minutes to hours . . .”

I could feel this thought in the heart of every man trying to save that ship and their lives.  It summed up in one heart-squeezing stanza the one question I have heard and read many people ask:

“Where does the love of God go . . .” when looking death in the face?

Where does it go when the face of a forgotten child is shown on the news?

Where does it go when you are digging family members out of the rubble from a tornado?

Where was the love of God when no one heard Michael Jackson speak of it so many times while they pounded him with accusations and twisted stories?

The Love of God
Got Him Through This Trial


Where was the love of God when someone convinced us that Muslim and Jews should be enemies?

Where was the love of God when governments decided that war for profit was justified by the reward of power?

Where was the love of God when those who flogged Jesus took such pleasure in doing so?

Where is he when you are looking up and asking, “why, God?  Why?”

How do you answer this question?  How do you comfort the angry and anguished?

When the men of the Edmund Fitzgerald resigned themselves to the knowledge that they would be breathing their last breaths of air, did they fight or give themselves up?  Did they pray?  Did God in his spirit calm their hearts and let them know that fear was the last veil to be torn to pass through the next level? To get home?

New Life


Suddenly thoughts of the payments on their car or making sure their house had a bigger back porch than their neighbor’s were no longer important.  The last arguments with their fellow crew members forgotten.  The last sharp word to their wives replaced by the thought of the loss of a last hug or “I love you.”

I remember in 2007 listening to this over and over, with my husband in our basement office.  After the third listen to this song, I wanted more than anything to visit Michigan and tour the Maritime Graveyard, and the Great Lakes Maritime Museum where the bell of the Edmund Fitzgerald now resides after being recovered from the bottom of Lake  Superior.  I thought, if I could touch that bell . . . I could feel them, maybe even hear them.  Maybe they would tell me, “Yes, we know where the love of God is . . .”




You don’t hear songs like this anymore.  The greatest story tellers of all time began in music.  Mozart and Beethoven, Tchaikovsky, Mendelssohn, Stravinski, Dvorak and Schubert could tell a story without words.  Harmonic chords on strings or notes on woodwinds could whisk the emotions around without the aid of a facial expression on an actor or the astute pairing of rhyming words in a stanza of lyrics.

When the creation of music either through vocalized lyrics or instrumental tells a story, it captivates people.  There is a purpose behind the creation.  What I am learning about much of the music industry is that many artists become embattled trying to maintain their freedom of inspiration as the industry is forcing artists into the same numb, dependent existence they want to use them to force us into.

Music, as the industry sells it to us, has turned into a repetitive, programming-by-rote propaganda pusher through loud speakers to the purchasers and listeners behind the 20-foot chain-linked fences crowned by barbed wire.  Instead of making us feel, it is designed to dumb down our emotions, our awareness.  The industry has turned music into a bully, with the artists merely their messengers.

Michael’s song “This Time Around” he sings of such coercion, abuse and threatening being directed at him:

He really thought he really had
Had a hold on me
He really thought he really had
They thought they really had control of me
He really thought he really had
Control of me
He really thought he really had
They thought they really could control me

This time around I'll never get bit
Though you really wanna get me
This time around I'm taking no s...
Though you really wanna fix me
Somebody's out
Somebody's out to use me
They really want to use me
And then falsely accuse me
This time around
They'll take it like spit
'Cause you really can't control me

This is only one song of course and we have covered this before.  Michael wrote many but I eventually want to cover them all.  Michael’s storytelling in his music is much more intriguing because much of his songs are about him and his battle in trying to complete the mission he was given.  Michael’s albums have become novels.  His songs are episodes in a mini-series. They are not always in order, but they are easy enough to connect to other songs from other albums to complete the picture.

The very first song that alerted me to his fight was the song “Stranger in Moscow”. This song started me on everything.  This song made me want to help him, reach out to him and hold him and utter the phrase to him he titled another one of his songs – “you are not alone”.  This song made me say the first sincere prayer I had prayed in a long time FOR someone else that I didn’t know. 

This is the wake up call.  This is the opening of the doors in that hallway in several of my dreams.

Michael’s story is the antidote for the Novocain that has been administered to our nerves, our emotions, our minds, hearts and souls.  But he is not the only source of the antidote.   Those not centered around Michael and his story are being woken up by other sources and ironically the biggest source of this wakeup is one of the very tools they used to desensitize us in the first place.  Our very own Network News.  They have finally become too ridiculous to even be believed anymore.

There is an awakening and it is happening almost quietly. 

Over the last week I have also had some time to look at some of the prophesies in the Bible. They are peppered throughout the Bible but the books of Isaiah, Jeremiah, Job, Proverbs, Daniel and Revelation are probably more heavily concentrated in prophecy.  Some of Michael’s songs reference these books and I want to start connecting these on this blog.

Story telling in music is essentially what songs are.  Stories are sentences that connect strings of thought to create a process in which a beginning, middle and end can fulfill a picture of its purpose.

When you break or disrupt a thought process back into separate strings of thought, it dulls your ability to process information and to reason.  The “compartmentalizing” of the minds of the masses has been in implemented through music and the entertainment industry, our schools and other various institutions.

Breaking those strings of thought is exactly what the music industry and its goals have been for the last forty years (plus!)

I believe Michael and other artists fought this.  Inside the industry they discovered what the ultimate agenda was.  Artists like Michael, Prince, Chapman, George Michael, Lennon and others became warriors while others were taken down as they attempted to tread the waters of oppression and deceit.  Lennon called them lunatics.  Prince called them oppressors, Michael called them abusers and users.

Some of these artists knew and saw what was really going on, but weren’t sure how to fight it.  Some of them were killed trying to alert others.

The music industry was not the only weapon used against us, however.  It is just just one of the more sweetly deceptive and seductive of the weapons.

Tomorrow, I want to talk about one of those artists who worked with Michael.

God is working something beautiful.   Give him time.  I pray he forgives me for my own impatience. 

Until then, another one of my favorites from Lightfoot, dedicated to Michael, Rebbie, Jackie, Tito, Jermaine, Latoya, Marlon, Randy and Janet and his mom and dad.


If You Could Read my Mind
Praying God’s
Strength to you all…

In the Spirit



8 comments:

  1. BONNIE : "Those not centered around Michael and his story are being woken up by other sources and ironically the biggest source of this wakeup is one of the very tools they used to desensitize us in the first place. Our very own Network News. They have finally become too ridiculous to even be believed anymore."

    Right !

    My heartfelt tribute to the victims of the Edmund Fitzgerald. Beautiful Video Songs too.

    Yesterday, I watched & loved the Video link sent by MIMI & commented by Cornel West & Michael Eric Dyson : socially very educational on Michael's music legacy & soul, energetic, heartfelt. That sentence among others I retained from M.E. Dyson : "He (Michael) allowed us with his voice & instruments to see a glimpse of Heaven that he himself was denied". So true, Michael gave us everything & a real Message of Love but what did he get on this Earth in return ?

    The BLACK SOUL : either among Black or White there are good or bad people indifferently BUT the Black Soul in its whole humanity is to me something very deep & so near from God. A small story : in the early 90's I visited the Heritage Park in Edmonton, Canada, comprising mainly a reconstituted pioneer city of the 1900's. In the middle of the city, the usual old Chapel. First entrance door, then inside 2nd entrance of the Church itself with lights & its big Cross in the middle. Among other tourists came in 3 elderly Black American tourists (heard their talking so their US accent), 1 woman & 2 men, about 75 each, I think. In particular the expression of the 2 elderly Black men struck me : both standing at each side of the Church entrance: their shadowed tall figures & face profiles bent with devotion & watching from the dark the enlightened Cross inside with so much humility & love for Christ. Both elderly men formed like an arcade around the Cross : it touched me deeply & I still remember these 2 Black elderly men, so human, so God loving. If I were a good painter I would like to be able to reproduce this beautiful scene which lasted a few minutes only but remained a fond memory.

    Michael inside had a WONDERFUL DEEP BLACK SOUL, so loving for God & humanity, like a child he remained deep inside. This was my prayer for you today, Michael. God Bless you.

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  2. Bonnie said: "There are some songs that tell a story much better than any movie could...."
    The song "Image" by J. Lennon, seems a really good movie. This song I sang whit my husband on the beach when we were young.

    Bonnie said: "There is an awakening and it is happening almost quietly."
    Bonnie, I would like to better understand this phrase, it means many things.

    Bonnie said: "Some of these artists knew and saw what was really going on, but weren’t sure how to fight it. Some of them were killed trying to alert others."
    They have given their lives to reach the truth, dignity and respect. All wonderful people that we will always remember.

    A hug strong!

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  3. Line said - ""He (Michael) allowed us with his voice & instruments to see a glimpse of Heaven that he himself was denied". So true, Michael gave us everything & a real Message of Love but what did he get on this Earth in return ?
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    ...... You have a lot to address in your comment. I love everything you expressed. If I could I would remind Dyson that Michael was not denied anything - God only asked he wait for a greater reward. We can expect nothing in return on this earth. Our rewards are not here. That is what I would like to tell Dyson. We don't go through the things we do without a purpose and if you put all those purposes together, people would see that everything we suffer is designed to open our eyes to him and those that need a blessing more than we do. Nothing heals a pained heart more than giving to someone else and seeing their faces light up at the thought that someone loves them. That heals.

    On the Black Soul - Thank you for expressing this. I would sure like to try and draw that picture, but it was not my moment to see - I can feel you telling it though. I believe souls have no color. They are only encased in bodies that are driven by hearts and minds that are either close to God or not. Your description made me want to give them both a hug. Since yous shared this story, it goes to you♥
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    Skiper said - "The song "Image" by J. Lennon, seems a really good movie. This song I sang whit my husband on the beach when we were young."

    ......... Ooooh, I love that song. He was another very misunderstood man, labeled a "communist", harassed by our government because he was alerting people to the "insane" people and what they wanted to do - enslave the world. Hugs to you too Skiper.

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  4. BONNIE : " We can expect nothing in return on this earth. Our rewards are not here."

    Right ! Michael then belongs to the City of Angels (not LA!).

    BONNIE : "I believe souls have no color"

    Right again. They were not the only ones who did suffer, but the suffering of many Black people discriminated in the past in many parts of the world always touched me. This is one of the reasons why in my family when I was 10 or 12, we also loved the Kennedy brothers who were concerned & tried to improve that situation.

    Hugs back to you ...& Skiper & Everyone♥
    Good Evening

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  5. Line said - "Right ! Michael then belongs to the City of Angels (not LA!)."

    ....... LOL, I think they mis-nicknamed that city! On black people being discriminated against (people of many colors were) I have gone back in history a bit on this, back to Biblical times and the buying and selling of human beings began in Egypt. Discrimination began with religions (this is broad stroking . . . sorry) and It is still very much alive today. Here it is quietly encouraged and as Michael says, abused and falsely accused.

    Some of Michael's songs that I listen to less seldom mention this quite a few times in the lyrics.

    Even though I don't believe anything that comes out of this guy's voice box, Uri Geller once made a claim that Michael wanted to be a Knight but of course, he's the wrong color (Uri didn't say that, but that is exactly what it was). You can be gay but you can't be black. You can be a pedophile but you can't be black. Not in Jolly ole England. But I keep wondering just what would have happened if Michael was offered that Knighthood.

    Would Michael have still fought for us? This was after Princess Diana was killed, Michael knew why she was killed - I seriously doubt Uri's claim that he wanted to be a knight. At least not from THAT group!

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  6. Line said - "Black people discriminated in the past in many parts of the world always touched me. This is one of the reasons why in my family when I was 10 or 12, we also loved the Kennedy brothers who were concerned & tried to improve that situation."

    ....... The Kennedy's SHOULD have been a wakeup call! Both Bobby and John? I NEVER believed that was what they said it was. I'm really happy that researching Michael gave me motivation to dig deeper into that!

    The Kennedy's had links to a couple of things that were going on at the time and one of those included the issue with Elvis and his complaint that people were approaching him about doing things not in the best interest of the country. But I don't think it was recorded anywhere until Johnson was in office. I will have to look back at that.

    Marilyn Monroe was an interesting "bait" tool which they could use against him later. I do not believe Marilyn's death was self-inflicted. I also don't believe Kennedy was ever shot by Oswald.

    Both Bobby and John F. knew what was going on or rather, they learned about it, refused to play ball and were angry enough about it to want to expose it. The "Mob" was a fitting cover.

    JFK Jr. Do you believe that plane accident was an accident? I don't. Why in the world would Ted Kennedy offer Carolyn Bissett's family money??? JFK Jr. was reported to be pulling away from the family's politics but they never went into detail. Perhaps he found out what really happened to his father? Teddy was on board though! Look at the criminal behavior of that family outside of John F's direct relatives. Chappaquidick, Martha Moxley murder, the rape by William Kennedy Smith. I read the book Murder in Greenwhich Village when I was a teenager! Moxley's father knew EXACTLY why it took so long to solve that murder! http://www.marthamoxley.com/ , http://www.trutv.com/library/crime/notorious_murders/celebrity/william_k_smith/index.html , http://www.tomflocco.com/fs/PurgeTheEvil.htm Should give you some good reading material!!!

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  7. "A man does what he is doing his duty, whatever the personal consequences, whatever the obstacles, threats or pressure. This is the basis of all human morality"
    J. F. Kennedy

    God bless you!

    P.S. Line reciprocate the hug and of course also to Bonnie.

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  8. BONNIE : "Look at the criminal behavior of that family outside of John F's direct relatives."

    And let's not forget what Rose & Joe Kennedy inflicted to their first daughter Rosemary in 1941 as they found her too rebel & exhuberant : they had her LOBOTOMIZED at the age of 23 in a psychiatric asylum, leaving her mentally disabled till her death in 2005 : horrible.

    http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rosemary_Kennedy

    As you stated above, I don't believe either in accidental or suicidal deaths. Like Robert Kennedy once said -not orignal transcript-: "there is someone above (Heaven?) who does not like us". But it wasn't from Heaven. So was John Kennedy's son killed by secret groups, I think as well.

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