Friday, July 6, 2012

What Michael Means to Me


JUNE 25, 2012

Michael, you were with me my whole life, but I didn’t really know until that day. I kept track of you, but I didn’t realize until that day. On that day, I was finally stopped in my tracks and could look back at each moment in time that I shared with you.
You had a glow of light around you. A smile, a warmth, a mysteriousness that enveloped you. I see you in my mind and you’re moving, shimmering and spinning. I can’t touch you or put my finger on you because you’re in constant motion.
You brought so much joy to the world.
On that day, time stood still. I remember people coming out onto the streets to mourn. We all cried together in our homes, in record stores, on the internet. The whole world stopped for a few minutes that day.
With your beautiful voice – the most beautiful I had ever heard, you told us stories. You made us feel the deepest emotions inside, like no one else had ever done. You sparked a place that can’t even be named because it has no words. You did that for forty years, even before I was born.
You created a timeless place, a refuge, where I can be myself – one hundred percent.
You invested in art. You put your own time and money into making some of the greatest works of art – pieces that will live on forever and have changed the world.
You told us what mattered – children, the earth, animals, peace, justice.
On that day, I mourned for the passing of youth. Your inner and outer beauty were so incredible. Beauty fades with time, but the inner light continues to shine. People said you were broken, but I knew you were always ready to thrive and show us your power. And you would have done it again.
You made my heart stop, made my jaw drop, made me feel alive, made the juices flow.
I’ve learned so much from you. Learned that passion is important. Learned that whatever I am doing, it has to be meaningful to me, it has to matter. You led me to some wonderful people, other souls who were also touched by your lightening.
I learned that music is one of the keys to human existence. It’s something that is strictly human and speaks of our vulnerability and ability to love, to share emotion. It comes from the divine.
Michael, I wish I had known all of this before that day. I wish I had known you were there and that I needed your music – that it completes me and moves me forward. But now I know that you were always there for me, waiting for me to discover you. And you will be there forever. You’ll always be in my heart. This time, I promise I will take note of it everday, and I promise I won’t keep it to myself.
Love, SO

Friday, June 1, 2012

Responding to CK's comment...

After a half hour of trying to find out if MJ was dead or alive and why in the HELL that suddenly mattered so much, I had the oddest feeling that something had shifted.
Time or space or something.

Yes, I felt that something shifted too. I still do. It's almost like my life before and after. It's an odd thing, but I think it just brought to surface everything I had been feeling about him all along, but hadn't verbalized or even made conscious. 


On the day he passed, the admin assistant for my department actually interrupted a meeting I was having with my co-worker to tell us. It wasn't an important meeting, just the two of us sitting there and discussing something, but she popped her head in and said "just thought you would want to know that Michael Jackson died." I didn't know what to say. I couldn't even really process it or think about it until I got home. One of my best friends was working at the UCLA Pediatric center, which is right next to where he was taken. So I talked to her about it on the way home. I was wondering how Kola would be reacting. Then of course when I got home, it was all that we could think about and we just sat there watching CNN. I got tired of CNN pretty soon after that night and started exploring on my own. I won't ever forget that day.



CK,  I was like you, I was hearing an endless loop of Michael singing in my head and I couldn't get enough - every minute had to be listening to him or watching him. I would lay my head on the pillow at night and hear him singing. As soon as I woke up I heard him singing in my mind again. The strangest thing was that I also heard his name being repeated as I tried to fall asleep. So then I started to read anything I could get my hands on and really try to understand this intriguing person and answer the questions I had in my mind. I was stunned with the enormity of what happened to him and how he was destroyed, but still managed to survive and come out stronger for the TII concert rehearsals.  I was getting ready to start writing a journal so that I could express everything he means to me when I finally stumbled on the Amazon forum. What a life saver, and what a revelation that people were going through the same thing as me! I was so happy to find you all, people who wanted to talk about the artistry and the music, the spirituality and his beauty!  



I'm sure you've all heard my story before, but I still find it so amazing, that I really enjoy sharing it again. I very much appreciate the friendship that we've all developed, and thanks to this man.

Saturday, February 18, 2012

I don't think there will be anyone like him in our lifetime, and maybe ever.

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No, I didn't watch the service. Today was Girl Scout cookie pick-up day at my house. K...  had the service playing, but I didn't have time to watch it. My heart goes out to her family and especially her daughter.


I did watch Michael's service and it really moved me, in fact further cemented the incredible impact his death had on me. I felt like that moment was a major event in my life. I don't think I will be the same! It's still suprising to me, but I don't go a day without thinking about him and listening to his music. I know we all feel the same way. Hard to put my finger on why exactly, but it has to do with him always being there throughout my life (even if I wasn't conciously aware of it at the time), the wonderful music he wrote, sang and danced to, his vulnerability. He tried to live his life in a very positive way and help others. It was only because of his devotion to his work, his willingness to sacrifice himself, and his overly trusting nature, that he is no longer here. I feel he did everything he could to live a good life.


F....I haven't had a chance to respond to your e-mail about his ability to heal, but I really believe that. Not in a supernatural sense but because he was willing to give so much and share his kindness. He really left a hole in the world when he left. I don't think there will be anyone like him in our lifetime, and maybe ever.

My friend asked me if I was experiencing the same feelings about Whitney, and I said no. I admire her music and her talent, but she didn't have the same impact on me. He was more than a singer, more than an entertainer.
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I bought the new Beyonce album over Christmas and finally took some time to listen to it yesterday on my way to work. She is an amazing vocalist, but again does not have the talent on the level of Michael. One big reason is the content of her songs. They deal with relationships, break ups, love, partying, etc. Even Michaels songs that were about love were on a much deeper level. They have so many layers of meaning - they really get to the core of human feeling. And then he wrote songs like Heal the World, Will You Be There, Who is It, Dangerous. So complex and captivating.

Well, I am preaching to the choir.

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