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Michael Jackson Justice: July 2011

God: Reconnect to Him

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 30, 2011

They Come For the Children

1983 – Come for the Children

Kzarian Conspiracy

The year was 1984.  I was sitting in the living room of a ground floor apartment/duplex in what I now believe is Philadelphia. 

I was sitting on a love seat and my sister was across the room on a couch in front of a window that faced the back of the dwelling.  Her young baby, little Wayne, was on a blanket on the floor, making soft cooing noises as he played.  He was probably about seven or eight months old.

My sister and I talked about the baby, I watched his little round head moving back and forth as he rocked on his tummy on the floor, kicking his terry-cloth covered feet.  It made me smile.  I was not yet married nor did I have any children, so I just enjoyed hers.

As we talked there was a knock on the door.  My sister got up to answer the door and invited in a woman that I used to work with.  Her name was Midge.  I got along with her well at work and we remained friends after my Christmas job was over, but here today, she was representation of something that left dread in my stomach.

Immediately the hairs on my arms and the back of my neck stood up.  I watched her walk past me to sit in the couch next to my sister.  They both began talking to each other as if I was no longer there, but Midge would occasionally look over at me with this smile, as if she were eating every bit of dread that was radiating off of me.  She would smile, but it was not a pleasant smile, then she would turn her attention back to my sister.

My resentment was palpable to the point where I felt they could hear it crackling.  Why did my sister let her in here?  Why was this woman here in the first place?  She knew how I felt about her but she seemed to use that to taunt me.

I ignored them and just watched the baby.  Suddenly I realized why she was here.  At the same moment that realization came, Midge again looked over at me with that smile that only seemed to be missing droplets of blood dripping from her teeth.  Her eyes were not something you could look into for long without looking away.

She moved her eyes from me to the baby.  “Hey there little guy”, she said in a sugary sweet voice as she moved from the couch to lean down and touch my nephew.

I jumped up between her and the infant.  “Don’t touch that baby.  Don’t you DARE touch that baby!”

Midge stopped and without moving her head, rolled her eyes slowly upward to look me in the face.  I felt as if my insides were being scooped out with that look.  Again that slow smile, as if she accomplished some goal.  She slowly drew back, continuing to watch me.  Our eyes locked in a death grip that was only broken with my sister’s voice.

“Bonnie, what’s wrong with you!  Why are you acting like this?”

How do I explain something she cannot see?  Midge and I continued to stare each other down. She looked away first with an expression of amused victory.  I knew why she was here and it wasn’t to talk to my sister.  There was always something about this woman I couldn’t put my finger on.  Everyone liked her.  No one else saw what I saw in her.  Finally I answered my sister, “I don’t know.  I must be just tired.  Do you mind if I go lay down for a bit and you two can just visit each other, just . . . just watch the baby.” 

My sister looked at me with the most puzzled expression.  Midge looked at me with amusement.  I didn’t return her gaze.

I walked down the hallway and climbed into bed, which was a water bed.  I must have been on the edge of sleep when I heard the door open to the room some time later.  I was facing the wall so I did not see who it was that came in.  I was sleepy and kept my eyes closed.  I felt the bed go down as someone, I assumed my sister, climbed onto it.  Then I felt someone poke me in the ribs.

“Stop it”, I said, brushing the hand away, “I’m trying to sleep.”

Again the poke.  I said nothing and brushed the hand away.  Suddenly two hands were digging into my ribs, trying to tickle me.  I started laughing, “Stop it, I’m trying to sleep”.  I moved the hands away without looking at her but she began digging into my ribs rather painfully and I was getting mad.

I rolled over, and was about to throw her off the bed when I saw her face.  She straddled me on the bed and put both hands around my throat. She began shaking me as hard as she could.  Terror froze me as her muffled giggles and the look of madness on her face told me this was not my sister.

I knew what this was.  I half expected to see that woman, Midge behind her but I did not.  It was all I could do to keep some part of my airway free as my sister violently shook me by my neck as she sat on my stomach.  I was screaming but next to nothing came out.  Both my hands were on her wrists trying to pull her hands off but I could not break her grip as she continued to shake me.  My throat was burning and I was getting nauseous.

After what seemed like forever, my anger got to me and I took the risk of releasing my grip on her wrists to try to get some momentum to throw her off.  She was three inches shorter than me and probably about thirty pounds less in weight.  Neither one of us were very big people, but I could always kick her butt and she was NOT getting the better of me!

In one move I released her wrists to take her throat and flipped her over on the bed.  Now it was me who was straddling her as I shook her back and forth by her throat, “How do you like it, huh?  How do you think this feels?  Does it tickle?  Is it funny?!!”  I kept repeating as shook her back and forth.  Her maddening giggles led me to believe that this didn’t hurt her as much as it was hurting me.

I heard the crack before I realized that we had worked our way toward the edge of the bed, where the wooden frame held the water mattress in its square home.  My sister suddenly went limp.

At that instant I knew what happened.  Her neck had broken, hitting the frame of the bed.  I was still sitting on her but there was no life in her body from her neck down.  It was like sitting on a sand bag.

I called her name.  Her eyes turned up to me and she was again herself. She whispered a “Bonnie, I’m sorry”, before her eyes closed and the rest of her life went out of her.

I looked to the ceiling, threw back my head and screamed at the top of my lungs as long and loudly as the force of air lasted.  This wail disintegrated into wracking sobs until I realized, “The baby . . . she came for the baby!”

Rage filled me and I jumped off the bed, half walking, half running down the hallway to the livingroom.

I was met by an empty blanket on the floor, a living room door that was wide open to the city street, and a black Doberman laying on the floor, left as a sentinel.

I stopped my screaming and looked down at the dog in silence.  And he looked up at me, just watching me.

“Where is she!”  I yelled at the dog.

He just looked at me, with his head on his paws.  He would have ripped into me with no remorse, but he had his orders and that was just to watch me.

“WHERE IS SHE YOU SON-OF-A” (yes I said the whole word).

He just watched me with his eyes.

I kicked the dog, “Where is she!”  And I began kicking him and kicking him. 

Finally he let out a low, guttural growl that sounded as if he drew it up from the pits of hell.  He got up slowly, moved across the room with his eyes on me the whole time as though he wanted to rip me apart.  He laid back down and continued watching me.  He treated my physical punishment as a mere irritant.

Rage and anguish again overcame me and I threw back my head and screamed, “Damned you!!!!”  I whirled around and went out the open door, onto the streets of Philadelphia.

At a pace just short of running, I tore into the sidewalk, trying to find her and my baby nephew, screaming and yelling out to the evil that had taken that child.

I began hitting the sides of buildings with a closed fist as I walked at an impossible clip, (reminded me of the scene in the movie, Sybil) yelling out to the woman, the EVIL that was taking the children. 

As I got to the corner of the street and the end of the building I was almost knocked over by a man coming from around the corner.  He grabbed both my upper arms and pulled me back, shaking me.

“Stop it!  Just stop!  You are angry!  You can’t fight her like this, stop!”

Before I saw his eyes, I saw his collar.  He was a priest.  My eyes slid up from his collar to his eyes.  He was an older man with short curling and graying hair.  He shook me slightly again, “You can’t fight her angry, or she will be able to get in.”

My mouth was open.  He KNEW!  I stood there in silence, digging into his eyes to see if I could find anything else.  Tears started to blur my vision.

“You have to be in control if you are going to defeat her and this is not going to help you.”

I could see in his eyes that he knew I was calming down.  I wanted to tell him my sister was dead, but he shook me slightly by one arm this time and said, “Come with me”. 

He didn’t wait for confirmation from me.  He turned with a firm grip on my arm and pulled me across a four-lane street to a big building halfway down the street we were crossing.  It was a huge cathedral.

He drug me up the steps, into the lobby and turned us left, around to the hallway that led down one side of the sanctuary.  We passed door and more doors, the hallway seemed to go on forever but after passing about four or five doors, he stopped me just in front of one of the door to the left.  It was like an old school room door, with a frosted window.  No writing.  He opened  the door and shoved me inside, putting his finger up in front of my face.

“Stay here, I’ll be right back”, and he shut the door on me.

I stood there staring at the closed door with the frosted glass when I heard sound behind me. 

I slowly turned and found myself in what looked like a mail room.

There was a counter separating me from the workers behind it.  There were counters behind that counter that probably came waist-high on most of the workers.  Each wall had shelves that went up from those end counters and the counters consisted of boxes . . . mail boxes.  All the workers were wearing white jackets and they were busy putting mail from buckets and baskets into these mail boxes.  The odd thing about this was that all the mail was periodicals.  No letters.  Tabloids, news papers, magazines, flyers, but no letters.

I watched them working a feverish pitch, shoving the newsletters and tabloids and magazines into mail boxes by the tons!  The mailboxes were glutted with them.

One of the white-jacketed people came around the side of the counter where a little entry door was.  As he came out he was talking to me, very softly, almost too softly to hear him . . . it was almost hypnotic or maybe he was trying to be, but I was too wired.

As he approached me I noticed he had a hypodermic needle in his hand.  He held it up as he was talking to me in that soft, pseudo-hypnotic voice, “you don’t have to fight, just let yourself go . . . yes, that’s it . . . it’s just like sleeping.  It will be very peaceful, just close your eyes and let it take you.”

I began whimpering.  As my knees gave way I slid down the wall slowly as I fought to stay upright.  Every joint I had turned to rubber and fear had taken over.  I began whimpering a prayer, but I couldn’t tell you what I was saying.  I was giving up.  I wanted God to just take me and let it be painless.  I was done.

The man, who was bald with little, professor type glasses perched on his nose, continued to talk as he slowly followed me down the wall, “it won’t hurt you, you won’t even feel it when you stop breathing . . . this is the easiest way to go, just don’t fight it . . . you’re fortunate . . . they liked you.  Just let yourself drift away.  It will be blissful.  I’ve watched so many go like this, you will be in peace, just don’t fight it . . .”

I continued to whimper my prayer, almost under my breath.  I felt my bottom touch the floor,  I had nowhere else to go.  Both my hands were in fists up to my mouth.  My knees were in my vision now as I was sunken to the floor. The mad doctor was now beside me, stooped down, still whispering his madness to me. 

I waited for the sting of the injection, but it never came . . . or maybe it did and I just didn’t feel it.  I waited for the “peace” but kept praying, but no – The needle was still held up in his hand with all the liquid in it.  I could see it out of the corner of my eye.  I kept praying but wondered what he was waiting for.

Slowly, "Dr. Demento" stood up without so much of a cracking of a knee, still whispering his madness, cajoling me into accepting an injection that he had yet to give me.

Robotically, still repeating the hypnotic propaganda that it would be peaceful, he began walking back to that little door on the counter, and around the back of it. 

I watched him with my eyes without breaking my rhythm in prayer, wondering what was going to happen.  I kept praying as I watched him pick up  the receiver to a black, land-line phone.  I kept praying as I heard him dial.  I kept praying as I listened to him in the same hypnotic voice, tell someone on the other end of the phone, “Yes, yes . . . she’s here.  Yes but I can’t.  I can’t.   You are going to have to come over here and do this.  I can’t . . . she’s protected . . .” The last word faded out in my head as I woke up.

*************   End    *************

I had this dream in 1983 when my sister’s first child was less than a year old.  I did not understand the dream at ALL when I had it.

Over the last two years, or more accurately, since January of 2010 when I started the blog and got serious with the research I was collecting, familiarity with what I was finding in my research would line up with symbolism in some of my dreams so I would include them on this blog, regardless of how long ago I had them.

This particular dream above had several key aspects to it:

- The periodicals, newspapers, magazines and tabloids.

- The church/cathedral and clergy

- hypodermic needle with a drug that would stop my heart

- a painless death

- An “evil” that was coming for the children and the babies

This dream did not seem to fit in with the other dreams I had during this time period between 1980 and 1986.  There were other dreams I had with the same woman being the “avatar” for evil even though in real life we were friends.  I never understood that. 

Next week, this blog is going to tackle Michael’s “four years”, Daniel in the Bible and Revelation, but I also want to keep an eye on the news-before-its-news for the genocide they are planning.

Some highlights for next week:

The Death of Bill Cooper – 9-11 Whistleblower
His last broadcast

9-11 Prediction Cost Bill His Life

911 Commission Report
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Japan Sinking

William Cooper – Your Government is
Selling your children Drugs

Those Murdered Trying to Expose the Illuminati

We will cover more of them next week.

This “Michael Forever” Tribute is going to be a test.  It’s not one we want to fail.  As we have covered what it is that makes this world ill, we now need to concentrate on heal it, and heal us.  We know what does that.  Michael told us many times . . . so did God.

Have a good weekend.  Keep praying and ask God to take over and give you peace to be still when we are supposed to be listening, and to move when he wants us to do what he put us here to do.

Take Over For Him
Help Him – School  the World
Cry at the Same Time

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Michael and Marley Have Problems with Babylon

July 23, 2011 - Michael’s Yellow Brick Road
Educating on the Conspiracy

1 John 3:16
[ The Outworking of Love ] By this we know love, because He laid down His life for us. And we also ought to lay down our lives for the brethren.

I began my thoughts on tonight’s blog with the last comment I posted just a minute ago which was this:

In reply to your comment about Michael's family, I keep thinking of the verse in the Gospel John:

John 15:13
Greater love has no one than this, than to lay down one’s life for his friends.

1 John 3:16
[ The Outworking of Love ] By this we know love, because He laid down His life for us. And we also ought to lay down our lives for the brethren.

Jesus did this for us.

Michael did this trying to warn us

Michael's family is doing it now for justice (not just for Michael – more than one case).

We should be doing it for them. It is from this that God's strength comes to us and the reason why evil will never overcome that is because they will never experience or understand it.

I took a break last night just because of exhaustion and got to bed at a decent hour.  Tonight I am going to “cowboy” church at a friend’s farm  They have a rodeo there about every other month and tonight is one of those nights.  It’s one of the few social exercises I get.

On Tuesday night we talked about this tribute concert and some of the things we observed during the press conference.  This is another portion of that press conference and I also noticed the look on Latoya’s face here, as well as Miss Katherine’s reaction to receiving the check for Michael’s Children.

This is wrong on so many fronts.  Hunt doesn’t even seem into this concert.  It’s not the tribute to Michael but something else behind this and it’s really eating at me.  What is it?

In a couple of the links someone else posted yesterday, people many fans anger over this arrangement made the papers and of course the family is the one getting raked over the coals about it.  Perhaps part of this objective is just that?  To paint the family in a certain light before the trial?  To give them bad press before the trial? 

That would answer the question about why and how the ticket purchasing was set up, the lazes fair and unprofessional websites, for both the non-existent and misrepresented “GlobalLive UK” website hosted on Wordpress, and the “Michael Forever” website both of which obtained their domains from Go Daddy within a month of each other.  Michael Forever’s web site domain was purchased a month before they approached the family with this according to Jermaine so there is your proof that this thing was in it’s “advanced planning” when they came to the family.

The big question is why and how did these members of the family get pulled into this?  They don’t look as if they are excited about it.  Jackie’s twitters had more enthusiasm than he exhibited during the press conference.  Let’s keep an eye on how things develop with this.  I have no good feeling about this that is for sure.

The Problem with Babylon

Seems I got on the right track with the true identity of the whore of Babylon in Revelation.  But I can’t take credit because others knew it first.  I am actually finding THEIR work and so are others who are sending it to me.

Bob Marley was also someone well versed in the Bible, however I don’t agree with who he thought the Messiah was (Prime Minister of Ethiopia, Haile Salassie).  I think he was wrong on a couple of things but he was a truth seeker nonetheless.  He died on May 11, 1981 (no the date is not lost on me) of cancer.  There has been rumor that something else caused what happened to him which we will probably never know.  I think it was Truthbtold who sent me this below:

Despite these failed attempts to tarnish and taint the reputation of the Rastafari Kulcha, Bob Marley and Peter Tosh continued leading the way for a world wide revolution in thinking and thought. Their militant brand of hardcore Rootz Reggae was revolutionary in its impact. The Word Sound & Power of their Muzik, inspired political, economic, social and religious changes all over the globe. The anti-apartheid movement in South Africa drew inspiration from Marley Muzik; the Zimbabwean freedom fighters engaged in a guerrilla struggle against Ian Smith’s colonial Rhodesian settler regime, drew inspiration from Marley Muzik; even young, rich White kids in America from name-brand families were starting to hang out at Wailers concerts, were starting to dig the message in Marley’s muzik and were becoming inspired to work for social change and to “Chant Down Babylon” That was motive enough for Marley’s murder. Source

Marley’s Wikipedia page says this:

Although Marley recognized his mixed ancestry, throughout his life and because of his beliefs, he self-identified as a black African, following the ideas of Pan-African leaders. Marley stated that his two biggest influences were the African-centered Marcus Garvey and Haile Selassie. A central theme in Bob Marley's message was the repatriation of black people to Zion, which in his view was Ethiopia, or more generally, Africa.[12] In songs such as "Black Survivor", "Babylon System", and "Blackman Redemption", Marley sings about the struggles of blacks and Africans against oppression from the West or "Babylon"Source

The links to those song lyrics are here: “Black Survivor”, “Babylon System” and “Blackman Redemption”.  I also looked up “Chant Down Babylon”,

Section of Lyrics on “Chant Down Babylon”

Men see their dreams and aspiration-a
Crumble in front of their face,
And all of their wicked intention
To destroy the human race.
And how I know - and how I know - and that's how I know:
A Reggae Music, mek we chant down Babylon;
With music, mek we chant down Babylon;
This music, mek we chant down Babylon;
This music, come we chant down Babylon.

Video with Lyrics

These lyrics on the song Redemption:

Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery
None but ourselves can free our minds
Have no fear for atomic energy
'Cause none of them can stop the time
How long shall they kill our prophets
While we stand aside and look? Ooh
Some say it's just a part of it
We've got to fullfil the book
”  Source

A section of lyrics from “Babylon System”

Babylon system is the vampire, yea! (vampire)
Suckin' the children day by day, yeah!
Me say: de Babylon system is the vampire, falling empire,
Suckin' the blood of the sufferers, yea-ea-ea-ea-e-ah!
Building church and university, wo-o-ooh, yeah! -
Deceiving the people continually, yea-ea!
Me say them graduatin' thieves and murderers;
Look out now: they suckin' the blood of the sufferers (sufferers).
”  Source

If anything I would think that this song is the one that got him killed, if they did indeed cause the ailment that killed him.

Zion is mentioned in the Bible one hundred and sixty-six times.  We know what the term “Zionist” means today, but THAT word and its meaning do not exist in the Bible.  As a matter of fact, Zion as Zionist today is used and promoted by people who are actually “Babylon”.  So I looked up verses in the Bible that mention “Zion” (I’m not going to post them all).

2 Samuel 5:7
Nevertheless David took the stronghold of Zion (that is, the City of David).

Psalm 14:7
Oh, that the salvation of Israel would come out of Zion!When the LORD brings back the captivity of His people, Let Jacob rejoice and Israel be glad.

Psalm 48:2
Beautiful in elevation,The joy of the whole earth, Is Mount Zion on the sides of the north, The city of the great King. (this was the first Bible verse I learned when I was eight years old and began going to church without my mother, on the bus.  It was a Sunday school song…)

Isaiah 1:27
Zion shall be redeemed with justice, And her penitents with righteousness.

Isaiah 3:17
Therefore the Lord will strike with a scab The crown of the head of the daughters of Zion, And the LORD will uncover their secret parts.”  (in Isaiah, the children of Israel have sinned.  This has already happened in history and they have been scattered throughout the world, bought and sold and live scattered among nations.)

Isaiah 4:2
[ The Renewal of Zion ] In that day the Branch of the LORD shall be beautiful and glorious; And the fruit of the earth shall be excellent and appealing For those of Israel who have escaped.  (The remnant who God calls out of Jerusalem).

Isaiah 4:4
When the Lord has washed away the filth of the daughters of Zion, and purged the blood of Jerusalem from her midst, by the spirit of judgment and by the spirit of burning,

If you are interested you can read Isaiah Chapter four here.

Bob Marley

Bob Marley believed that “Zion” was in Ethiopia.  “Ethiopia” and “Ethiopian” is mentioned in the Bible 45 Times (In King James Version).   These are some of the verses:

Numbers 12:1
[ Dissension of Aaron and Miriam ] Then Miriam and Aaron spoke against Moses because of the Ethiopian woman whom he had married; for he had married an Ethiopian woman.

This is when “Ethiopian” first shows up and this is also highlights the dissension of Aaron.  This is interesting because of you read the rest of the chapter here (click), Aaron and Miriam spoke up against Moses because he married an Ethiopian woman.  What God did to Miriam as a result of going against Moses, was turn her white with leprosy for seven days for her to pay restitution.  If you remember Aaron and Nadab were the ones that collected the gold from the children of Israel to melt down and make an Idol they worshiped while Moses was up on the Mountain receiving the laws from God.  We covered that here.  Source  Now back to the other verses:

2 Chronicles 14:13
And Asa and the people who were with him pursued them to Gerar. So the Ethiopians were overthrown, and they could not recover, for they were broken before the LORD and His army. And they carried away very much spoil.

Psalm 68:31
Envoys will come out of Egypt;Ethiopia will quickly stretch out her hands to God.

Isaiah 20:4
so shall the king of Assyria lead away the Egyptians as prisoners and the Ethiopians as captives, young and old, naked and barefoot, with their buttocks uncovered, to the shame of Egypt. (natives in Africa, captives – slaves)

Isaiah 20:5
Then they shall be afraid and ashamed of Ethiopia their expectation and Egypt their glory.

Zephaniah 3:10
From beyond the rivers of Ethiopia My worshipers, The daughter of My dispersed ones, Shall bring My offering.

So where did Ethiopian’s originally come from if they were dispersed by God?  On a Jewish site I found this:

Once they were kings. A half million strong, they matched their faith with fervor and out-matched the Moslem and Christian tribesmen around them to rule the mountain highlands around Lake Tana. They called themselves Beta Israel—the house of Israel—and used the Torah to guide their prayers and memories of the heights of Jerusalem as they lived in their thatched huts in Ethiopia.

But their neighbors called them Falashas—the alien ones, the invaders.

“Meanwhile, those Jews who did escape during Operation Moses were separated from their loved ones while attempting to adjust to Israeli society. The new arrivals spent between six months and two years in absorption centers learning Hebrew, being retrained for Israel's industrial society, and learning how to live in a modern society.

“Those Jews captured alive were sold into slavery, forced to be baptized, and denied the right to own land. The independence of the Beta Israel was torn from them just as it was from their Israeli brethren at Masada centuries before.”

“Indeed, the Beta Israel were strictly observant in pre-Talmudic Jewish traditions. The women went to the mikvah, or ritual bath, just as observant Jewish women do to this day, and they continue to carry out ancient festivals, such as Seged, that have been passed down through the generations of Beta Israel.Source

PRE-TALMUDIC JEWISH - Before the Babylonian Talmud existed or was widely practiced.  In other words NOT MODERN JUDAISM.

Could this be the “remnant” that will be called out of Jerusalem before God destroys it?  Ezekiel 14:22 “Yet behold, therein shall be left a remnant of them that shall be carried away both sons and daughters: behold, they shall come forth unto you, and ye shall see their way, and their enterprises: and ye shall be comforted, concerning the evil that I have brought upon Jerusalem, even concerning all that I have brought upon it.

Here is a Wiki history on the lost tribes of Israel.

The Kingdom of Israel (or Northern Kingdom) was one of the successor states to the older United Monarchy (also called the Kingdom of Israel), which came into existence in about the 930s BC after the northern Tribes of Israel rejected Solomon's son Rehoboam as their king. Nine landed tribes formed the Northern Kingdom: the tribes of Reuben, Issachar, Zebulun, Dan, Naphtali, Gad, Asher, Ephraim and Manasseh. In addition, some members of Tribe of Levi, who had no land allocation, were found in the Northern Kingdom. The Tribes of Judah and Benjamin remained loyal to Rehoboam, and formed the Kingdom of Judah (or Southern Kingdom). Members of Levi and the remnant of Simeon were also found in the Southern Kingdom.

According to 2 Chronicles 15:9, members of the tribes of Ephraim, Manasseh and Simeon "fled" to Judah during the reign of Asa of Judah. Whether these groups were absorbed into the population or remained distinct groups, or returned to their tribal lands is not indicated.

This is the story of the tribe of Benjamin, which is where it says Marley believed He originated from.  Source  Benjamin was one of Joseph’s brothers who sold him to Ishmaelites who were passing through (from where the Arabs of today decended from).

The cities of the tribe of the children of Benjamin according to their families were Jericho, and Bethhoglah, the valley of Keziz, Betharabah, Zemaraim, Bethel, Avim, Parah, Ophrah, Chepharhaammonai, Ophni, Gaba; twelve cities with their villages: Gibeon, Ramah, Beeroth, Mizpeh, Chephirah, Mozah, Rekem, Irpeel, Taralah, Zelah, Eleph, Jebusi, which is Jerusalem, Gibeath, and Kirjath; fourteen cities with their villages. This is the inheritance of the children of Benjamin according to their families.” (Joshua 18:11-28).”  In the book of Judges in the Bible, Benjamin’s children were fought against because of their transgressions but returned to their inheritance and were not permitted to marry within the other tribes after that.

If Bob Marley is right, then Benjamin and his family were dark skinned as were his father Jacob/Israel, and his grandfather, Isaac and great grandfather Abraham.

This means that Israel, the patriarch of the 12 tribes was dark skinned of various tones according to period works of art and wall paintings.

Now that that is settled, one would want to know why Operation Moses began only in 1984 – after Marley’s death?  Was it because of increased popularity of his songs after his death that the Zionists decided to make some kind of an effort to bring some Ethopian Jews back to Israel?  What about those scattered throughout the rest of the world?  What about the imposters that are in there now?

Marley had booked The Jackson 5 to open for Bob Marley & The Wailers at National Heroes Stadium before the start of their Natty Dread Tour.  The Jackson 5 visited Marley at his home at 56 Hope St. Kingston, Jamaica before the concert in 1975. 
Bob Marley would have kicked Sneddon's Butt - Branca's Too Had he  lived past 1981

We know Michael Jackson knew of this history but he also knew what happened to other artists.  He may also have known what really happened to Marley.  A friend of mine had found some notes on another Michael fan site and sent these to me.  If they are hard to read you can copy and try to enlarge on your own computer.  I will copy the text below the pictures:

Michael’s Notes

See the plains
Of the days of old
Not Just a century ago
When stories were told
Whe Of place
Of how Galilee ran through
The Jordan River

What remains are cold
Are the tales of war
Of the death and dying
See the bomb shells are flying
Bodies multiplying
See the children crying
What are they fighting for
(reminiscent of “what about the Holy land, torn apart by creed”)

I will pray for you
Oh Palestine
Oh Palestine
I will carry you oh Palestine
(flip side)
Come deep in my heart
I’ll always love you

Michael’s other note below, I am not sure if it is part of the same idea/song.

Michael’s Notes 2

“1 Will they say our land was taken
Cause they lost the war (God don’t love us anymore)

Well they say that (the native) their people
Tried to win (or fight) a losing war
They say that the white man knows
What he’s fighting for

He raised his flag while dying
Although they lost the war

And said then said
Is it true that God don’t love us anymore
Note = As children start their crying
Seeing their mothers
Or = asking what we are fighting for”

Some of the lyrics on this song remind me of some of the lyrics in “We’ve Had Enough”  “What did these soldiers come here for . . . if they’re for peace why is their war . . . did God say that you could decide, who will live and who will die”.

This note below is written in rather faded ink but I was able to make this out:

Michael’s Note about the world trying to find him:

“let the whole world be
Against me  being as God knows
I’m(am) innocent
(looks like “man voice”) if the British try
To find me then Lord where will
I go

Let the whole world try
To find me
Long as God knows”

It does not help that Michael’s handwriting is very similar to mine in “haste” because I can’t read HIS either, LOL!  We like gaps in “M’s” and loosely attached letters.

More of Bob Marley’s Lyrics below, for this song, Exodus again it is evident that Bob and Michael had some serious time in the Bible.

Bob Marley – Exodus Lyrics

“Open your eyes and look within:
Are you satisfied with the life you're living?
We know where we're going;
We know where we're from.
We're leaving Babylon, y'all!
We're going to our Father's land.

Exodus, all right! Movement of Jah people!
Exodus: movement of Jah people!
Movement of Jah people!
Movement of Jah people!
Movement of Jah people!
Movement of Jah people!

Michael used “Jah” in his Bible notes many times:

MJ Biblestudynotes 

I circled twice where he used “Jah” and once where he used “Jehovah”.  I also underlined the text where he wrote “Jesus as a perfect being Jah’s son” next to Hebrews (something) 115.   I can’t make out the chapter. 

Both Bob Marley and Michael had a message the elite did not want us to get.  What we did get they spent decades either misinterpreting, misappropriating or maligning the artists themselves through the press and sources within their own industry.

Tomorrow, I want to start bringing Michael a little closer to home with his message and hopefully dig into a couple more artists on what they knew, when they knew it and what we are supposed to do about it.

God Bless you and continue to pray for Michael’s family and this (grrrr!) hmmm (be nice) STUPID tribute idea.  Pray that fans and the world will see that the family is NOT behind this STUPID charity lottery idea.

Also, pray for the families in Oslo and pray for those people being maligned by this kind of terroristic act.  I think the news stations owe the Muslim population a big apology.

Michael’s Message
About Palestine?
Dear God . . . Stop this…

This is a powerful song . . . . ARE . . . WE . . . LISTENING?

Are our ears open yet?

Are our eyes open yet?

How long will it take for all of us to open our mouths and cry at the same time?

Another Band who “got it”
Went from “Double Vision”
To “I Want to Know What Love Is”
Watch the video – The Story in this….
Dedicated to those
Who suffered for witnessing the truth