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Michael Jackson Justice: The Message Of Michael Jackson - Help the Children

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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".

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

The Message Of Michael Jackson - Help the Children


Please Help the Children
Michael’s Most Prevalent Message





5Remember ye not, that, when I was yet with you, I told you these things?
 6And now ye know what withholdeth that he might be revealed in his time.
 7For the mystery of iniquity doth already work: only he who now letteth will let, until he be taken out of the way.
 8And then shall that Wicked be revealed, whom the Lord shall consume with the spirit of his mouth, and shall destroy with the brightness of his coming:


Michael’s Song Lost Children


She stepped out into the street, greeting the sun which sent sharp darts of glare into her eyes as it reflected off the brilliant surfaces of windows and fixtures.   She squinted and smiled against it.  She hesitated before choosing a direction. She then stepped down and began to walk.

What made her decide to take a walk as soon as she arose that morning began to invade her thoughts.  It wasn't her usual routine.  As a matter of fact, she never walked the streets in the morning.  But today, she felt something else in her, driving her.

Other thoughts stalked behind her, trying to catch up and plant themselves in her brain.  She actually began walking faster to avoid them, but they ran, ran faster and jumped.

Turning the corner, the street suddenly changed.  It was no longer the glistening and pristine surroundings she met as she left her abode.  She collided into another reality altogether.

Litter and debris were strewn across the street, blowing in a previously non-existent gust of air.  The smells were that of food left out in open barrels and the people once well dressed and walking with purpose were now clad in dull rags, moving listlessly along the buildings.

She turned, looking for the safety of the street she just left, her world, but now it was nowhere to be found.  Why had she come walking in the first place?  Was she dissatisfied with the environment of privilege from which she came?  She didn’t know where to go from here, so she stopped and looked around.  Nothing was familiar to her.

To her left was the building that just a few moments ago rested on a street that was clean and host to people who had hopes, meaning, purpose.  She walked back to the corner but the same desolation existed in the direction from which she came.

Trying to understand she slowly turned, bewildered, shaking her head.   Where was she?  How did she get here?  WHAT was she doing here?

As she turned to continue walking, her foot caught something and she stumbled and fell.  She caught herself on her hands and her knees, nearly falling on a little boy.  Her palms stung against the abrasion of the oily sidewalk as she looked up into the eyes of him who would tell her where she was.

In those eyes she saw at first gentleness, pride and potential.  The brown cheeks under the eyes were clean and unblemished, wholesome.  She wanted to touch them but she was transfixed in a prone position.   She could not tear herself away from his eyes.

As she continued to see, the eyes told her another story.  Behind the gentleness and potential there was a deeper pain.  Layer by layer she was drawn in. She became acquainted with terror.  Deeper in there was torment, abuse and torture.

She scrambled backward on the sidewalk but the boy grasped her wrist.  In the depths of his dark brown irises she saw movement which turned into shapes.  She followed them as they beckoned her, “learn”.

The world under the potential, pride and gentleness harbored another world corrupted by iniquity and malevolence.  It was not a child’s world but here it existed, in the soul of this one. 

In his eyes the moving and shifting shapes became multitudes of people in all colors, builds and ages.  They were jumping up and down, all turned in one direction, all waiting for something to appear before them.  They cheered, called out, exclaimed for the one they called Love.

Lights appeared at the front of the crowd.  She floated above all of them as if she was going to be given a closer look.

On the platform the lights danced and maneuvered.  The crowed pressed closer, mashing the people at the front toward the platform.  The din calmed to a low murmur of thousands of voices, then an unsettled, electric silence. 

Suddenly the lights dimmed and one lone white light made a spot on the platform above them.  The anticipation began to build like pressure in balloon being fed air as everyone waited for the “bam”.

The silence was vociferous.  The quiet before the storm.

Suddenly she saw sparks and blinding light as a lone figure dropped down onto the platform seemingly from nowhere.  He landed on his feet, crouched to break the fall, then slowly standing strait.  He had fists at his sides, big lenses on his eyes and was dressed in glittering, magnificent costume.   The throng of people became raucous.  And she was above them all, a part of it all but unseen.

She was being drawn above them closer to the platform.  The man in costume was still unmoving as the crowd’s collective frenzy became hysteria.  People were falling out and disappearing, being trampled as the gathering crushed those at the front wall trying to get closer.  She could see there was a wide space between the wall and the platform where their idol stood still motionless.

The hysteria matured and calmed into a steady, static din.  People were still pressing to the front against the wall, but they didn’t want to miss one movement of the one they came to see.

Slowly the man in costume brought his hands up and removed the frames from his eyes.  When he did, he looked up and directly at her.  The jolt of familiarity hit her directly in the heart.

The man put his hand up to the crowd, as if to tell them to quiet themselves.  He looked out at them.  One tear escaped his eye and slid down his cheek. Then another fell from the other eye . . . than another, and another.  With his hand up, palm facing the assembly he looked down.  Her eyes followed.

Below him, between the platform and the wall were hundreds of thousands of children, all of them in different states of misery.  In the hum of the crowd you couldn’t hear them.  In the brilliance of the show, the crowd couldn’t see them, but the one on stage was trying to direct their attention to them.

The children all had names:  Abandoned, tortured, raped, drugged, electrocuted, suppressed, illness, disease, abused, neglected, poverty, hated, tormented, manipulated, terrorized, apathy, hopelessness, and on and on.”

The children, all different ages, colors and sizes were looking up.  They saw the one on stage, the saw her floating above them, and they could see the mob of people, but the mob did not see them.  They just pressed and crushed each other toward the wall, trying to get to the one called Love.

His tears fell.  He had done this hundreds of times but no one, NO ONE would hear.  They didn’t understand.  Love was not a possession, he was a gift to be shared, but people were not sharing him.  They were coveting and keeping him to themselves.
They turned Love into something to be fought over, used or turned into an object of lust.  They didn’t understand that Love only grew if the seeds could be fertilized in new ground.

The one called Love beseeched the masses.  His song was not heard no matter how much he gave to it. 

The throngs continued to push and push to get to him.  The wall began to move.  Sudden terror filled his eyes.  She saw him mouth the words “No, not me . . . help them!”

She looked down into the pit and the children were crying.  Creatures were pulling on them, trying to drag them down.  Some of them were disappearing beneath the squirming of other children.  The wall began to rock as the mobs pushed against it, not seeing the children, not caring.  They wanted him, but his message was drowned out in the sensational frenzy surrounding him.

The one called Love fell to his knees on the stage.  He was reaching down and pulling children up onto the platform, sometimes two at a time, as fast as he could.  He kept looking toward the wall which was dangerously close to falling on them and closing them off forever.  He was crying as he worked frantically.

She was almost directly in front of him now, hovering above the children.  She was crying.  Her tears were falling on them.  Some of them felt it and looked up at her. 

The one called love saw her.  His eyes were filled with pain as he continued to pull the children up one by one.  His face said it all . . . they don’t care.

She wanted to help but she didn’t know how to get down to them.  She tried moving through the air toward them but she stayed at the same position, the same level.  She looked at him.  She said to him without moving her lips, “I want to but I don’t know how . . .”

He looked at her with an excruciating hopelessness.  It tore at her. She turned toward the multitude, then back toward him.  He was tiring but continued to pull children up onto the platform.  The wall was beginning to give way.

He looked at her one more time.  In her head she heard, “I need help.  Tell them!”

Her face crumbled.  She turned toward the crowd.  If they didn’t hear him they wouldn’t hear her.  Fear built up into her and she began to sob.  Powerless to do anything else she prayed.   She squeezed her eyes tight and she prayed.

When she opened her eyes, she was almost nose to nose with the one called Love.  She was looking into his eyes.

“I prayed” she tried to whisper.  She looked at him.  He was drenched in sweat and trying to breathe, but he was resting.  Instead of the pain filled face she saw a slight smile.

In those eyes she felt the sensation of being pulled backward.  The vision of the one called Love, the platform, the pit of children, the wall and the multitude swiftly receding into a thin dot of light as she was pulled back through the darkness.

She found herself being drawn out of the eyes of the boy on the sidewalk.  His expression was that of the one she left.  He was peaceful and the slight smile in his eyes and on his lips told her that something had been done.

Finally she could speak, “Who were those children?”

The boy answered with a soft, smokey voice, “The children?  They are called innocence.”

She was bewildered, she asked another question, “Who were all the people in the crowd?”

He replied gently, “they are called indifference”.

She sat back on her hip on the sidewalk.  She took a good look at the little boy who was probably about ten.  His hair was like brillo and black.  She wanted to touch his hair, but she kept her hands in her lap.  He must have sensed her because a small smile lit up his face.  She thought he was beautiful.

She asked him one more question . . . “Who was the man in the lights on the platform?  The one helping the children?”

The smile on the boy’s face slowly faded and his eyes seemed to grow in size and depth.  A look of sadness mixed with premonition took over.

“The one you saw helping the children?  Well, he is called Hope.”

“Oh”, she whispered. 

She looked down at the sidewalk.  She wondered how she would help the children she saw in the little boy’s eyes.  She felt his little hand on hers.  She looked up at him and was met by a look of understanding.

“You are called empathy” he said to her.  “When you seek others like you and you gather with them, then all of you shall be called witness.”

He leaned toward her, “When all of you witness, Hope will again be present among them.  Hope can be delivered through each of you just by telling his story.”

She smiled. She wanted to kiss his cheek but was afraid.   She didn’t want to scare him off.  She saw him smile which made innocence take over his eyes.  He looked at her, he kissed the palm of his own hand, then placed it gently on her cheek.

“In your zeal to help Hope, don’t forget what Hope was for.  They can’t receive Love through indifference . . . it has to come through Hope.  Empathy gives birth to Hope.”

The little boy stood up, looking down at her still sitting on the sidewalk.  She saw the face of Hope before it had been abused.  He smiled and as he turned to walk away, she said, “Wait!  Can I ask you one more question?”

He turned and stopped.  His face said he already knew what she would ask.  “How do I receive Love through Hope?”

He looked down for a minute, then back up at her.  “Witness”, he said, “With Love”.

*********** End  **************


Yesterday, Linda posted a link for us and Kira asked that it be posted tonight so all could see it.  Little did she know I was working on this subject matter on the blog.

Back in the spring, I covered MK-Ultra, Pedophilia and Hollywood children.  It was an excruciating subject that I at first did not want to go near.  I did a six part series, “Fight For the Children, Part 1”, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, and Part 6.

Part three deals with the children of Hollywood and the entertainment/music industry on through part six.  If you have not read any of these yet, you have some catching up to do and I warn you.  It will tear your heart to shreds.  If you think Michael escaped this, just go back through his songs, like this one:


Childhood with Lyrics
“I’m searching for the world that I come from
‘Cause I’ve been looking around
In the lost and found of my heart . . .”


Apparently the Jackson’s don’t want to tell this story, but don’t be angry with them.  I’ve been there, done that, over it.  Michael is no longer subject to these people . . . the Jackson’s however, are not so lucky.  I’ve had to come to the conclusion that much like Corey, there are just some people that are not in the position to tell the story. Just continue to pray for them and for the children, to let God intervene in their safety.

Below is the article that Linda posted in comments yesterday (Thank you Linda), and I will copy a few of the paragraphs that turned my stomach and my heart:

This has been going on for a very long time,” concurs former “Little House on the Prairie” star Alison Arngrim. “It was the gossip back in the ‘80s. People said, ‘Oh yeah, the Coreys, everyone’s had them.’ People talked about it like it was not a big deal. 

“I literally heard that they were ‘passed around,’” Arngrim  said. “The word was that they were given drugs and being used for sex. It was awful – these were kids, they weren’t 18 yet. There were all sorts of stories about everyone from their, quote, ‘set guardians’ on down that these two had been sexually abused and were totally being corrupted in every possible way.  Source – Fox News

Allison was not only a child star, her parents were also industry.  Her father managed Liberace and her mother was the voice of several cartoon characters including “Gumby” and “Casper”.  Source  She also works with Paul Peterson of “the Donna Reed Show” in Protect.org.  Paul Peterson, also quoted in the article above said:

People don’t want to talk about this because they’re afraid for their careers,” says Peterson. “From my perspective, what Corey did was pretty brave. It would be really wonderful if his allegations reached through all of the protective layers and identified the real people who are a part of a worldwide child pornography ring, because it’s huge and it respects no borders, just as it does not respect the age of the children involved.  Source 


Paul Tells His Story
It’s an hour long but he’s
Honest and you will hear some
Very Familiar parallels with Michael’s Childhood


I have read Jermaine’s book, which is a bit different that Latoya’s book.  There is so much deception and cover up about this subject, I want to ask you a question:

Michael himself said he was abused.  He said it was his father.  Michael said he did not have a childhood.  He said his father abused him and on the Bashir documentary he said the word “ritual” when describing the oiling down before his beatings.

Was he lying?

While the Jackson family may have to run deception interceptions to get to the truth, we know that Michael’s songs are a source of truth.

When Michael has had to lie to deceive his handlers to keep from being further “programmed” or “re-educated”, his music told his story.  We will cover more of this another time, as I am awaiting some information from someone researching for me. 

Back in the spring, we also covered this video below:

We covered the “Two Corey’s” in part three and in part five.

We covered the murdered, suicides and drug overdoses
Pardon the language - I hate the F'word


In part four we learn that Paul Peterson Of “The Donna Reed Show” quoted in the Fox article above, is right.  This is a world wide pedophilia ring.  Actors across the great pond are also involved:


Robert Hughes

This is not just a Hollywood problem.  It’s not just a music industry problem and it’s not just a local government problem with pockets of deviants sprinkled insignificantly throughout the world.

This is, as Paul Peterson said, a world wide pedophilia ring.

WORLD WIDE

Very few know that Hollywood and the Music industry were part of the Zionist-Elitist plan to infiltrate and break down society, morals and families . . . starting with the children.

Do a search on Google for “The Finders”, “Boys Town Scandal”, “D.C. Call Boys” all of which I have covered before on this blog.  Unfortunately after seeing this come out in Fox News, it looks like we are going to have to cover it again, because some bozo somewhere is going to invoke the name of Michael in relation to pedophilia, completely missing the point that the accusers were the perpetrators and the accused was the victim.

Michael, I’m sorry . . . I don’t have your childhood either.  But I think many of us are getting to know who does.  Thank you for loving them, the children and thank you for making us aware.  I’m sorry we’re late, but maybe we can work overtime.♥


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Oh . . . and one more thing.  As I was getting ready to post this on twitter, ParisJackson, who I still strongly believe it not Paris Jackson (prove me wrong later) posted this video below.  It was so timely I had to post it.  Crying again.



Now Please help them . . . get the word out.

14 comments:

  1. Bonnie...oh...my...God! This has always been Michael's message, and his deepest pain. If nothing is done to expose these crimes against children to the light of day...then NOTHING ELSE will matter anyway! That's the whole point to our survival. When I see Michael's eyes in some of those images we know so well during the Geller-Boteach period, I see the pain of abuse, isolation and neglect. I also see the courage of a crusader and warrior. I've got my left arm locked with his, and he's got your right arm. The more outraged we get, the harder we fight! This blog is like purging deep traumas within each of us, and Michael shared his trauma to make us stronger. All of us who have lived it in one way or another have a bond with Michael, and are bound to a duty not to keep silent. The timing of this just feels right and I sense that something is developing that will break this atrocity wide open soon. Michael's heart and soul make him a true king of kings. I love you, Michael - and I love you, Bonnie. Your allegory was magnificent! - Micheline

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  2. Dear Bonnie,

    This is the true terrorism. Terrorism and torture of children. And even children torture children, as attested in the last video.

    Bullying. Michael was bullied by the press. For Michael Jackson, the media had the attitude that: ANYTHING goes with Michael Jackson. Throw out all rules of propriety, after all, it is Michael Jackson. That is the way bullies think. And the 'hater bloggers' are bullies.

    I remember reading in Shmuley's book, the transcript where Michael says that the night before, he went to bed crying and couldn't sleep because he was thinking about the hurting children...

    Re: Michael's Childhood video: I saw with new eyes. I saw things that I never saw before. I covered my mouth in awe, and with tears...

    In Shmuley's 2nd book about Michael and the Child Spirit, he said that Michael never wanted his child heart to change, he wanted to protect it at all costs. Reminds me of the Bible verse: guard your heart with all diligence, for out of it flow the issues of life.

    I for one take this particular blog very seriously. God is leading you. So many children need help (add the children who are bullied by other children. Where are the adults?) True victims waiting for deliverance.

    Each one of us has a unique gift. I am asking God how I can concretely help. I am a prayer warrior, but I also want to "act", like Michael says.

    I just saw Tito say (I think in Gest's documentary, but not sure, but it was recent): Re: the abuse: 'Michael had easy street..." (and words to the effect that the brothers had it worse) I remember that really shocked me because I assumed Michael had it worse. I just ask myself, what in the world went on??? I think each and every one of the Jackson siblings has gone thru something horrendous. And each and every one has such a sweet spirit. I do not want to judge them. We do not know their full story. And with LaToya and Michael and even Janet, we do not know what they have been threatened with. We must keep praying for them...and the Jackson children...and the children of the world.

    Thank you Bonnie. I just had to tell you my thoughts. Sorry I didn't have time to cite the references to my comments. But I will research and cite, if needed.

    Emily

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  3. Spotlight said...

    The timing of this just feels right and I sense that something is developing that will break this atrocity wide open soon.

    Emma says: I like your comment Spotlight. Well David prayed that his enemy would make a mistake. And God answered David's prayer and his enemy made a mistake and David was delivered. So when I pray on this matter, I pray that God will send confusion and that the evil people will make mistakes. And that God will shine his light on them and expose those that are hiding in the dark. For the children's sake...

    Paul Peterson's statement with MY emphases:

    “From my perspective, what Corey did was pretty brave. It would be really wonderful if his allegations reached through ALL of the PROTECTIVE LAYERS and IDENTIFIED the REAL people who are a part of a WORLDWIDE child pornography ring, because it’s HUGE and it respects NO BORDERS, just as it does not respect THE AGE of the children involved.”

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  4. Spotlight said - "I sense that something is developing that will break this atrocity wide open soon. Michael's heart and soul make him a true king of kings."

    ......... You know what? That boy in the last video is another hero. When I first put this blog up, that video wasn't on it. I went to twitter to post it and I saw a couple of entries below was the "ParisJackson" account which I still do not believe is actually her. All it said was "watch this, really" or something like that. I watched it and I knew I had to post it. I feel every bit of that boy's pain and I wish he didn't have to cry but I'm glad he can. I couldn't when I was young and a victim of that kind of garbage, the things that were said to me until my mother put my in Christian school. I felt like an alien because not only did I endure this kind of bullying (yes, sometimes it got physical), but I saw it happen to others in a society that teaches that you are either a victim (shame) or you are an aggressor (celebrated, admired). Even as a kid I could not understand why people behaved this way. I couldn't do it! "Belonging" in my child's mind meant someone would be excluded and I HATED that, so I didn't, I mean I couldn't cross those lines.

    This is the falacy of the "survival of the fittest" philosophy that good ole' "Darwinism" injected into our children's schools. "Nice" got pushed down somewhere into the "gullible" and "dumb" categories.

    The pain is real. Parents PLEASE take care of your children. Support them so they don't feel the need to be one or the other, but just THEMSELVES.

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  5. Emily said - "Bullying. Michael was bullied by the press. For Michael Jackson, the media had the attitude that: ANYTHING goes with Michael Jackson. Throw out all rules of propriety, after all, it is Michael Jackson. That is the way bullies think. And the 'hater bloggers' are bullies."

    ...... Yes, he was bullied! Not just by the press, by people who "handled" him, by his dad (as he felt at the time) and it went on and on and on. How do you endure and stay strong through DECADES of it? Michael is that little boy in the video above and he was that little boy probably every day through his forties into the age of 50.

    They are still bullying him AND others to get what they want.

    It's got to stop!

    You said -------------- "he went to bed crying and couldn't sleep because he was thinking about the hurting children..."

    ************** I'm going through this now, and you know, you don't know where it is coming from. It's like the bottom of my heart dropped out and it's pulling from another well. My eyes look terrible (That's why I don't do videos much) from all the crying. Why do we have to tear down? Especially the gentle ones? :o(((

    Emily we NEED prayer warriors. Thank you for adding yours♥

    Tito - Yes every brother tells their story from a different perspective. Michael had said Marlon had the toughest time, and Jermaine said Michael was the most rebellious (trying to picture that, he has such a gentle face), but I think the most information I have gotten out of their predicament is from Michael and Latoya. I may not understand her actions all the time, but her testimony has been key in verifying what was done to that family.

    Here is what I am still stuck on . . . Joe. I want to know him better. That video with Paul Petersen did a lot to explain just how the Jackson family was infiltrated, corrupted and used against each other. It's evil.

    Don't worry about the sources. You don't need those for your feelings. God bless you.♥♥♥
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  6. Emily said (to Spotlight) - "I pray that God will send confusion and that the evil people will make mistakes. And that God will shine his light on them and expose those that are hiding in the dark. For the children's sake..."

    ....... He already answered that prayer - Thessalonians 2:8-12 "8And then shall that Wicked be revealed, whom the Lord shall consume with the spirit of his mouth, and shall destroy with the brightness of his coming:

    9Even him, whose coming is after the working of Satan with all power and signs and lying wonders,

    10And with all deceivableness of unrighteousness in them that perish; because they received not the love of the truth, that they might be saved.

    11And for this cause God shall send them strong delusion, that they should believe a lie:

    12That they all might be damned who believed not the truth, but had pleasure in unrighteousness."

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  7. @BONNIE : "A child is SACRED" I'd like to say to those monster pedophiles...NO, I would rather shot them if I could ! sorry for my brutality. The sullied innocence of children is the worst crime against the humanity, whether such kids end up murdered or not, for somewhere those criminal guys already kill the child inside the child himself & the child's guilt can lead later to a ransacked life or worse suicide when in fact the children are VICTIMS only : I can't bear it either !

    Your story on Hope, Bonnie, is a little JEWEL not only for its literary style but for your very deep feelings & heart for the abused children. This story should be published to an even larger extent as a witness of defense for children & also as a merit for your talent. Why don't you publish for serious revues & papers ? You could do it without budging much from home. But I already suggested this earlier :o)

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  8. A water drop in the ocean but giving hope : "CHINA: 178 Children Rescued As Authorities Arrest 600 In Child Trafficking Bust"

    http://www.citizensfreepressireland.com/2011/12/china-178-children-rescued-as.html

    Yes, worldwide. Corey Feldman was very brave for speaking up but he divulged no names of his & Corey Haim's abusers : his career & even his life must be at stake. Why do the victims mostly feel threatened & not the criminals ? Michael wanted to save the kids & see what THEY did to him !

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  9. Bonnie, I am sharing the email I sent you the other night with our friends here, because we both know this is the core of Michael's driving purpose in life. And I believe it has always been the heart of the all out campaign of personal destruction against Michael.

    Michael knew that without cherishing and giving children respect as valued individuals, the world will continue to be a revolving vicious cycle of corruption, pain and misery. Neglected and abused children become troubled adults. The environment is important also, but ecological awareness can only exist when first there is a basic respect for the sanctity of life, and the innocence and purity of life.

    Michael saw God when he looked into a child's eyes - is there anything more beautiful than that? If we can rescue and save children, we save their futures, and ultimately humanity because everything else falls into place. Despite all that Michael did to help the sick and hungry, he cried at the thought that one child would be left behind. But I believe the damage to his spirit was not famine or disease, but the deliberate crimes against children. Crimes against any human being, such as what was done to Michael's life and peace of mind are despicable enough. But when the perversity of the human mind is inflicted on an innocent child, that is the most horrific and unforgivable sin against God. Michael was not the target of destruction because he wanted to feed the hungry. No one had any problem with him giving away millions to do that. No, Michael had to be silenced before he blew the lid off this whole worldwide pedophile ring, which spans all branches of power and influence, from politics to law enforcement to entertainment. Just the dropping of one name could have put Michael in danger, just as Corey Feldman knows that his days would be numbered if he revealed the Hollywood mogul who molested him.

    I went to work today thinking about Michael, and you...and all of this. THIS HAS ALWAYS BEEN THE FIGHT! God bless you, Bonnie! And God bless Michael!

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  10. I thank you Bonnie for taking on this assignment from God. I know children who are emotionally disturbed because of the sexual abuse and neglect that they have suffered.
    This blog has helped me to understand why I feel shattered sometimes. I understand what it means to be controlled by fear. I have a poster that say's that a nation's most precious resource is it's children. Now, when I look at this poster, I think of Michael Jackson and those who have joined the fight to expose the darkness and save the children.I will never again be at ease.
    This blog has opened my eyes to the world wide crime connections against children and Iam re-directing my intercession. I guess this is why I was removed from the other prayer group I told you about. I truly hate the fact that so many have become rich moguls and celebrities by corrupting our children and youth.
    God bless you all.
    Trinia

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  11. Psalm 91:4 He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.

    When I see Michael, I see the child. All this has been so upsetting. How could they! Not only to him but ANY child!

    I was a lucky one and though my father was strict and we did get spankings,after I left home I was able to thank him because he had raised us right.

    I love chickens and have found myself wanting to gather Michael and all these small ones (and us big kids too) under my wings (if I only had them) and surround them with love and safety. Like a chicken, I'd peck the you know what out of anyone that tried to hurt them! If only it could be so simple. I'm glad God has such big wings to shield us all! TRUST.....

    Bonnie, your story brought me to tears. You did such a wonderful job as usual describing everything. I've seen the concert where Michael stands as you said, so still, the tension building, then reaching up to take off his sunglasses, tossing them aside then - BAM!

    The video made by Jonah Mowry was heart wrenching. There has been a lot of response, rallying support. My grandson has been bullied in several elementary schools. My daughter has been home schooling him now for the last three years. The downfall there is he's not around any other kids his age.

    In continued prayer for you all. You are all my extended family - Big hugs! I hope none of you are allergic to feathers :o)))))!

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  12. Line said - "! sorry for my brutality. The sullied innocence of children is the worst crime against the humanity, whether such kids end up murdered or not, for somewhere those criminal guys already kill the child inside the child himself & the child's guilt can lead later to a ransacked life or worse suicide when in fact the children are VICTIMS only : I can't bear it either ! "

    .............. Line when I first began looking into this back in the early spring, I thought I was going to lose it. Brutality? That's what this is. After the knowlege of this, I just have no room in my heart for brutality. I want safety for those children, love and security. I know how you feel, but it will subside. Anger over what is happening to someone else is the emotion God gives us to move us to act on their behalf and that emotion too we have to use wisely.

    I don't want to write a book just now (only 24 hours in a day). What I would like to do eventually is put up a web site aimed at healing children, showing them the way home. My husband was talking about that at the dinner table last night. We have a situation in our own family . . . a nephew who's father almost goes out of his way to let him know he doesn't matter. Don't know if he will even accept help at this point. He's 22 years old now and just lost.

    You said - "Yes, worldwide. Corey Feldman was very brave for speaking up but he divulged no names of his & Corey Haim's abusers : his career & even his life must be at stake. "

    ........ He was the front of the formation. He broke the barrier. Others know that will come forward as they have done on that Fox article. Putting two and two together may have to be done by the numbers . . . us out here. Now that so many know, that in itself provides safety. We have the same problem with the Jacksons - not able to come out about what happened to their brother (and them) because they are still here and trapped.
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    Spotlight said - "I am sharing the email I sent you the other night with our friends here, because we both know this is the core of Michael's driving purpose in life. And I believe it has always been the heart of the all out campaign of personal destruction against Michael. "

    ************ What you said here . . . "The environment is important also, but ecological awareness can only exist when first there is a basic respect for the sanctity of life, and the innocence and purity of life. "

    Do you have any idea how true that is? Thank you for posting this! The whole letter but especially THAT STATEMENT RIGHT THERE! It's TRUTH!

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  13. Trinia said - "This blog has helped me to understand why I feel shattered sometimes. I understand what it means to be controlled by fear. I have a poster that say's that a nation's most precious resource is it's children. Now, when I look at this poster, I think of Michael Jackson and those who have joined the fight to expose the darkness and save the children.I will never again be at ease."

    ........... If there is anything to take comfort in it is in knowing that there is an end to all this and their suffering. I know I wish it was sooner also. Keep praying for them. I don't think it's going to go on much longer and I'm glad it is finally getting exposed (Corey I am hugging you!)

    Trinia you have a prayer group right here. And we can start by praying that other prayer groups get their hearts purged and softened. God bless you girl!
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    Blake said - "Psalm 91:4 He shall cover thee with his feathers, and under his wings shalt thou trust: his truth shall be thy shield and buckler.

    When I see Michael, I see the child. All this has been so upsetting. How could they! Not only to him but ANY child!"

    .......... I love that verse from Psalms. How comforting is that? Thank you! Yes, I do too, see Michael as the child. His eyes just never changed. But I also see this gentle, wise man who emulates this very verse I read in my Bible chapter reading this morning:

    Matthew 10:16 - 16Behold, I send you forth as sheep in the midst of wolves: be ye therefore wise as serpents, and harmless as doves."

    That is Michael to me, a witness described as that. Sometimes I just want to tell him I'm so proud of him and other times all I can do is cry feeling how much love he gave me. That kind of stuff comes from God and it's too big to keep in you. You have to give it away:

    "Follow you into the homes of the broken,
    Follow you into the world
    Meet the needs of the poor and the needy, God
    Follow you into the world,

    And I give all myself
    I give all myself
    I give all myself to you"

    I love that song. That reminds me of Michael too. The Pharisees of this time have never evolved from 2,000 years ago. I have more on this too, but not now. ♥♥♥

    Thank you for your compliments on the story. I'm still shaking my head because I really don't know how "Love", "Hope", "Innocence", Indifference" and "Witness" turned into that story. I told my husband "Where did that come from? I'm not that smart!" I won't tell you what he said, LOL!

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  14. I was bullied and tormented by my peers both in my primary school ( aged 7-11yrs) and also in my secondary school ( aged 11-16yrs).
    Daily taunts of name calling, and also physical humiliation, pulling a chair away from me as I was about to sit down......and boy did that hurt when I landed with all my weight onto the classroom floor. I dont know what hurt more, my body or my pride, as the whole class burt out into fits of laughter. There are many more stories like this.
    My mum wrote a letter to the school, as she was worried about me, and the teacher suggested that maybe I could change to a different class. On my last day in the original class, the teacher called the register, when she came to my name she said..''oh you are leaving us to go to another class''?........then I suddenly got an almighty kick in the back of my chair from one of the girls behind me, as she sneered, ''Arent we good enough now for you now?''......
    Then there was my music teacher..........and the way he abused my trust, he was a teacher, so surely he couldnt be doing anything wrong by asking me to scrub his back in the bath when I was supposed to be having a music lesson? Private tuition in his home......my mum trusted him and had no reason to suspect him. I was just 10yrs old.I never told my mum.
    I wont say more here, but I was lucky because nothing majorly physical happened to me with that adult.
    This is heartbreaking that so many children are being abused.
    Thank God for you Bonnie by helping to raise awareness of this.
    PS: You are right about feeling the shame of being a victim of bullying.

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