Sunday, September 20, 2009
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Illuminati Killed Michael Jackson part 3
bob marley
what was the role of jigga, eminem?
other hip artists?
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Madonna's Speech to MJ at the MTV VMA's - 9/13/09
“Michael Jackson. [Cheers] I have a little bit more to say than that. OK, here we go again. Michael Jackson was born in August 1958. So was I. Michael Jackson grew up in the suburbs of the midwest. So did I. When Michael Jackson was six, he became a superstar, and was perhaps the world’s most beloved child. When I was six, my mother died. I think he got the shorter end of the stick. I never had a mother, but he never had a childhood. And when you never get to have something, you become obsessed by it.
I spent my childhood searching for my mother figures. Sometimes I was successful, but how do you recreate your childhood when you are under the magnifying glass of the world.
There is no question that Michael Jackson is one of the greatest talents the world has ever known. That when he sang a song at the ripe old age of 8 he could make you feel like an experienced adult was squeezing your heart with his word. That when he moved he had the elegance of Fred Astaire and packed the punch of Muhammed Ali. That his music had an extra layer of inexplicable magic that didn’t just make you want to dance but actually made you believe you could fly, dare to dream, be anything that you wanted to be. Because that is what heroes do and Michael Jackson was a hero.
He performed in soccer stadiums around the world, and sold hundreds of millions of records and dined with prime ministers and presidents. Girls fell in love with him, boys fell in love with him, everyone wanted to dance like him. He seemed otherworldly - but he was a human being.
Like most performers he was shy and plagued with insecurities. I can’t say we were great friends, but in 1991 I decided I wanted to try to get to know him better. I asked him out to dinner, I said “My treat, I’ll drive - just you and me.”
He agreed and showed up to my house without any bodyguards. We drove to the restaurant in my car. It was dark out, but he was still wearing sunglasses.
I said, “Michael, I feel like I’m talking to a limosine. Do you think you can take off your glasses so I can see your eyes?”
Then he tossed the glasses out the window, looked at me with a wink and a smile and said, “Can you see me now? Is that better?”
in that moment, I could see both his vulnerability and his charm. The rest of the dinner, I was hellbent on getting him to eat French Fries, drink wine, have dessert and say bad words. Things he never seemed to allow himself to do. Later we went back to my house to watch a movie and sat on the couch like two kids, and somewhere in the middle of the movie, his hand snuck over and held mine.
It felt like he was looking for more of a friend than a romance, and I was happy to oblige. In that moment, he didn’t feel like a superstar. He felt like a human being.
We went out a few more times together, and then for one reason or another we fell out of touch. Then the witchhunt began, and it seemed like one negative story after another was coming out about Michael. I felt his pain, I know what it’s like to walk down the street and feel like the whole world is turned against you. I know what it’s like to feel helpless and unable to defend yourself because the roar of the lynchmob is so loud you feel like your voice can never be heard.
But I had a childhood, and I was allowed to make mistakes and find my own way in the world without the glare of the spotlight.
When I first heard that Michael had died, I was in London, days away from the start of my tour. Michael was going to perform in the same venue as me a week later. All I could think about in this moment was, “I had abandoned him.” That we had abandoned him. That we had allowed this magnificent creature who had once set the world on fire to somehow slip through the cracks. While he was trying to build a family and rebuild his career, we were all passing judgement. Most of us had turned our backs on him. In a desperate attempt to hold onto his memory, I went on the internet to watch old clips of him dancing and singing on TV and on stage and I thought, “my god, he was so unique, so original, so rare, and there will never be anyone like him again. He was a king.”
But he was also a human being, and alas we are all human beings and sometimes we have to lose things before we can appreciate them. I want to end this on a positive note and say that my sons, age 9 and 4, are obsessed with Michael Jackson. There’s a whole lot of crotch grabbing and moonwalking going on in my house. And, it seems like a whole new generation of kids have discovered his genius and are bringing him to life again. I hope that wherever Michael is right now he is smiling about this.
Yes, Michael Jackson was a human being but he was a king. Long live the king.
I spent my childhood searching for my mother figures. Sometimes I was successful, but how do you recreate your childhood when you are under the magnifying glass of the world.
There is no question that Michael Jackson is one of the greatest talents the world has ever known. That when he sang a song at the ripe old age of 8 he could make you feel like an experienced adult was squeezing your heart with his word. That when he moved he had the elegance of Fred Astaire and packed the punch of Muhammed Ali. That his music had an extra layer of inexplicable magic that didn’t just make you want to dance but actually made you believe you could fly, dare to dream, be anything that you wanted to be. Because that is what heroes do and Michael Jackson was a hero.
He performed in soccer stadiums around the world, and sold hundreds of millions of records and dined with prime ministers and presidents. Girls fell in love with him, boys fell in love with him, everyone wanted to dance like him. He seemed otherworldly - but he was a human being.
Like most performers he was shy and plagued with insecurities. I can’t say we were great friends, but in 1991 I decided I wanted to try to get to know him better. I asked him out to dinner, I said “My treat, I’ll drive - just you and me.”
He agreed and showed up to my house without any bodyguards. We drove to the restaurant in my car. It was dark out, but he was still wearing sunglasses.
I said, “Michael, I feel like I’m talking to a limosine. Do you think you can take off your glasses so I can see your eyes?”
Then he tossed the glasses out the window, looked at me with a wink and a smile and said, “Can you see me now? Is that better?”
in that moment, I could see both his vulnerability and his charm. The rest of the dinner, I was hellbent on getting him to eat French Fries, drink wine, have dessert and say bad words. Things he never seemed to allow himself to do. Later we went back to my house to watch a movie and sat on the couch like two kids, and somewhere in the middle of the movie, his hand snuck over and held mine.
It felt like he was looking for more of a friend than a romance, and I was happy to oblige. In that moment, he didn’t feel like a superstar. He felt like a human being.
We went out a few more times together, and then for one reason or another we fell out of touch. Then the witchhunt began, and it seemed like one negative story after another was coming out about Michael. I felt his pain, I know what it’s like to walk down the street and feel like the whole world is turned against you. I know what it’s like to feel helpless and unable to defend yourself because the roar of the lynchmob is so loud you feel like your voice can never be heard.
But I had a childhood, and I was allowed to make mistakes and find my own way in the world without the glare of the spotlight.
When I first heard that Michael had died, I was in London, days away from the start of my tour. Michael was going to perform in the same venue as me a week later. All I could think about in this moment was, “I had abandoned him.” That we had abandoned him. That we had allowed this magnificent creature who had once set the world on fire to somehow slip through the cracks. While he was trying to build a family and rebuild his career, we were all passing judgement. Most of us had turned our backs on him. In a desperate attempt to hold onto his memory, I went on the internet to watch old clips of him dancing and singing on TV and on stage and I thought, “my god, he was so unique, so original, so rare, and there will never be anyone like him again. He was a king.”
But he was also a human being, and alas we are all human beings and sometimes we have to lose things before we can appreciate them. I want to end this on a positive note and say that my sons, age 9 and 4, are obsessed with Michael Jackson. There’s a whole lot of crotch grabbing and moonwalking going on in my house. And, it seems like a whole new generation of kids have discovered his genius and are bringing him to life again. I hope that wherever Michael is right now he is smiling about this.
Yes, Michael Jackson was a human being but he was a king. Long live the king.
Michael, Miracles and the Number 7
We know that Michael was the 7th child of 9 to Joseph and Katherine Jackson - both talented musicians in their own right. We know, too, that his birth was a gift to a family who'd suffered through the death (stillbirth) of Brandon Jackson (Marlon's twin). Watching the movie of the Jackson family, people would comment on how Marlon always seemed to be striving for something...maybe losing his twin contributed to this. However, you see it, Michael brought joy to a family that was burdened with sadness. From the beginning they knew he was different.
His mother, Katherine, often spoke of how Michael "never really crawled"...he just seemed to walk, run, dance! Amazing. Since Michael is now with the ancestors in 7th heaven...I wondered about numerology and what his position meant. I thought about the 8 Grammies he'd won that broke all those records, that there are 8 parts of speech to represent our language & the fact that 8 represents infinity. 9, I know is a number representing completion. 7 has Biblical references to heaven. There are 7 days of the week, but I wanted to go deeper. i think I found what I was looking for after a few hours of searching.
from WIKI ANSWERS
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The number seven symbolizes God's perfection, His sovereignty and holiness. 1.) God created earth - seven days
2.) One seven-day week is a reminder of our creator
3.) God blessed the seventh day, making it holy (Exodus 20:8-11)
The number 7 is important in both the Old Testament and the New Testament. It seems that numerology was so important that representing an event or series of events with the number 7 helped prove that the story was true. The number 7 was of special importance in the Zoroastrian religion, where there were 7 creations, 7 regions of the world, 7 Amesha Spenta (who became the 7 archangels of Judaism), and so on. This would have a great influence on the evolution of numerology in Judaism. However, the number 7 was already significant in Judaic numerology, indicating some earlier influence.
Some examples of 7 in the Old Testament: the first creation story in Genesis, written during or just after the Babylonian Exile, has seven days; Noah took every clean beast and every bird by sevens, and in seven days it rained; Jacob served seven years for Leah and seven years for Rachel; Egypt had seven years of plenty and seven years of famine.
The New Testament has the seven loaves and fishes; seven devils exorcised from Mary Magdalene; forgiveness seventy times seven. Also, Revelation has seven churches and many symbols are seven fold, usually because of the 7 angels (archangels). Luke's Gospel demonstrates that Jesus was predestined for greatness because great men occurred in multiples of seven generations starting from Adam, Enoch at 7, Abraham at 21, David at 35 and Jesus at 77, while Matthew demonstrates that Jesus was predestined for greatness because there were 14 generations from Josiah to Jesus, just as there had been 14 generations from David to Josiah and from Abraham to David (14 being 2 times 7). There were seven heavens and the apocryphal Ascension of Isaiah had the Son descend into the lower world and then re-ascend to the seventh heaven.
In the universal language of mind, in which the spiritual works were written, seven means control. Where zeros follow a seven it refers to a degree of understanding related to the experience of control. On our way to becoming spiritually adept, we must first learn to control the physical body, and the emotions, and gain control of the conscious ego ( our own personal devil, or satan). For a more complete explanation of the meaning of numbers, you may refer to " the Universal Language of Mind, Matthew Interpreted". isbn# 0-944386-15-6 In revelation, the seven churches refers to the seven levels of mind and what must be accomplished in each in order to reach the Christ consciousness, in language of mind.
In Genesis, God created the earth in 6 days and on the seventh day he rested. This was the first week. Also in Acts, there were seven deacons of the church.
The number 7 is usually equated with the idea of perfection.
His mother, Katherine, often spoke of how Michael "never really crawled"...he just seemed to walk, run, dance! Amazing. Since Michael is now with the ancestors in 7th heaven...I wondered about numerology and what his position meant. I thought about the 8 Grammies he'd won that broke all those records, that there are 8 parts of speech to represent our language & the fact that 8 represents infinity. 9, I know is a number representing completion. 7 has Biblical references to heaven. There are 7 days of the week, but I wanted to go deeper. i think I found what I was looking for after a few hours of searching.
from WIKI ANSWERS
Opinions
refinement
The number seven symbolizes God's perfection, His sovereignty and holiness. 1.) God created earth - seven days
2.) One seven-day week is a reminder of our creator
3.) God blessed the seventh day, making it holy (Exodus 20:8-11)
The number 7 is important in both the Old Testament and the New Testament. It seems that numerology was so important that representing an event or series of events with the number 7 helped prove that the story was true. The number 7 was of special importance in the Zoroastrian religion, where there were 7 creations, 7 regions of the world, 7 Amesha Spenta (who became the 7 archangels of Judaism), and so on. This would have a great influence on the evolution of numerology in Judaism. However, the number 7 was already significant in Judaic numerology, indicating some earlier influence.
Some examples of 7 in the Old Testament: the first creation story in Genesis, written during or just after the Babylonian Exile, has seven days; Noah took every clean beast and every bird by sevens, and in seven days it rained; Jacob served seven years for Leah and seven years for Rachel; Egypt had seven years of plenty and seven years of famine.
The New Testament has the seven loaves and fishes; seven devils exorcised from Mary Magdalene; forgiveness seventy times seven. Also, Revelation has seven churches and many symbols are seven fold, usually because of the 7 angels (archangels). Luke's Gospel demonstrates that Jesus was predestined for greatness because great men occurred in multiples of seven generations starting from Adam, Enoch at 7, Abraham at 21, David at 35 and Jesus at 77, while Matthew demonstrates that Jesus was predestined for greatness because there were 14 generations from Josiah to Jesus, just as there had been 14 generations from David to Josiah and from Abraham to David (14 being 2 times 7). There were seven heavens and the apocryphal Ascension of Isaiah had the Son descend into the lower world and then re-ascend to the seventh heaven.
In the universal language of mind, in which the spiritual works were written, seven means control. Where zeros follow a seven it refers to a degree of understanding related to the experience of control. On our way to becoming spiritually adept, we must first learn to control the physical body, and the emotions, and gain control of the conscious ego ( our own personal devil, or satan). For a more complete explanation of the meaning of numbers, you may refer to " the Universal Language of Mind, Matthew Interpreted". isbn# 0-944386-15-6 In revelation, the seven churches refers to the seven levels of mind and what must be accomplished in each in order to reach the Christ consciousness, in language of mind.
In Genesis, God created the earth in 6 days and on the seventh day he rested. This was the first week. Also in Acts, there were seven deacons of the church.
The number 7 is usually equated with the idea of perfection.
July 7, 2009
No words can express the sadness, the emptiness I feel at this great loss, but I am comforted in knowing that the world stopped to pay homage to a great man. What's left of my heart goes out to Katherine,Prince, Paris & Blanket, first and foremost, then, to the rest of Michael's family. I pray for quick resolution to all the legal battles so that the healing and closure can begin for this family. Maya Angelou wrote that "we had him" - now, God has him forever and Michael's better off than we are. Rest in Peace, King Michael - 2good, 2be, 4gotten....
It's So Hard 2 Say Goodbye...
It's So Hard to Say Goodbye...
It's hard to imagine that it's been 3 months since King Michael made his transition. Hearing the coroner's report (homicide) made this week feel like the week of June 25 all over again! It's hard to imagine never being able to hear him sing a new song live or do a performance somewhere. It seems so unfair. I know now that the end of August will forever be my least favorite time of the year even though it's also a historic week...
August 26, 2009 Teddy Kennedy dies signaling the end of CAMELOT
August 28, 1955 Emmett Till murdered
August 28, 1963 A King shares HIS DREAM
August 28, 2008 Future president brings THE DREAM closer to being a reality
August 29, 1958 A musical dynasty begins as a King is born
August 29, 2009 The World remembers the day a King was born
The end of June will fair no better for me, but I take solace in knowing that Michael suffers no more. Gone are the fears of someone taking his life over money or music catalogues! Gone are the worries that the world press would forever hound him as a has been or a pedophile! Gone are the days surrounded by vultures, fake doctors and leeches! Although it feels like the sun stopped shining on us, the heavens are smiling because their son has returned home! How fitting that the King of the Music Industry made his transition during Black Music Month!
It's hard to imagine that it's been 3 months since King Michael made his transition. Hearing the coroner's report (homicide) made this week feel like the week of June 25 all over again! It's hard to imagine never being able to hear him sing a new song live or do a performance somewhere. It seems so unfair. I know now that the end of August will forever be my least favorite time of the year even though it's also a historic week...
August 26, 2009 Teddy Kennedy dies signaling the end of CAMELOT
August 28, 1955 Emmett Till murdered
August 28, 1963 A King shares HIS DREAM
August 28, 2008 Future president brings THE DREAM closer to being a reality
August 29, 1958 A musical dynasty begins as a King is born
August 29, 2009 The World remembers the day a King was born
The end of June will fair no better for me, but I take solace in knowing that Michael suffers no more. Gone are the fears of someone taking his life over money or music catalogues! Gone are the worries that the world press would forever hound him as a has been or a pedophile! Gone are the days surrounded by vultures, fake doctors and leeches! Although it feels like the sun stopped shining on us, the heavens are smiling because their son has returned home! How fitting that the King of the Music Industry made his transition during Black Music Month!
Clarity: Reflecting on Pop Icons, Part 1
Clarity: Reflecting on Pop Icons, Part 1
An Essay by: Sonjanita L. Moore © September 14, 2009
An Essay by: Sonjanita L. Moore © September 14, 2009
"Is that better? Can you see me now?"
The question Michael Jackson asked Madonna in 1991 after he removed his shades (at her request) early in their date night and she did see him not as a superstar, but as a HUMAN BEING! Do WE see our icons? As I watch Whitney Houston pour out her soul to Oprah Winfrey I keep coming back to this question. Do we WANT to really see them? Now, that is a better question. The LA Times article Oprah quoted criticizes
I think of Prince Rodgers Nelson and the turmoil of domestic violence, tattered relationships and lost babies that permeates every guitar riff! I think of Madonna Louise Ciccone’s desire to be a woman in the absence of a mother so she seemingly becomes the antagonist of the Holy Mother before our very eyes! The “Purple One” and the “Immaculate One” have managed to maintain steady careers amid personal turmoil and media headlines, but Michael and Whitney seemed to burst and fall like dying supernovas. What we didn’t realize…what we (the public) failed to recognize was that the light that shone around the world because of them was the light WE blew out…or the light we attempted to blow out. Each time they tried to be themselves, we criticized them or attacked them and each time they stared at us with fear and confusion – not understanding why we threw stones at them when they’d sacrificed so much of themselves to bring us joy. I can see them now – a symbolic vision nonetheless, but I can see them – raising their hands to shield themselves from our taunts, our jeers. Our words hit like bricks, like stones, like daggers.
So, they turned from us and went inward – to family, to friends, to lifestyles we now know were destructive. They wanted to “dim their lights,” as Oprah put it, but once God gave them the light, He mandated that they let it shine even if shining meant burning, blazing, crashing, sacrificing…again! To whom much is given, much is expected! King Michael once said, “Heavy is the head that wears the crown.” Was this a clue to a life to come? Or a plea for understanding made even plainer in his lyrics to “Childhood”?
In this age of so-called Reality TV, perhaps we need more REAL talk that allows us to examine the burdens our icons…our so-called role models bear. What can we learn from their stories? Can we take a moment to listen before we pick up the next vengeful stone and throw it, spitefully, in their direction? Can we demand more of the industry that forces them to push the envelope to stay young, to stay vital, and to be relevant? Can we expect the media and so-called journalists to not only have ethics but to practice it daily in their reporting? What can we do to save our icons? What can we do to prevent the pointless death or destruction of another? Can we look back over the long continuum of artistic geniuses that we have raised and see where we failed them?
When did the “blessed child” named Eleanora Fagan get lost in the spotlights around Billie Holiday? When did Norma Jean die so that Marilyn could thrive, momentarily? How long did it take before Elvis Aaron’s “Blue Suede Shoes” took him so far away from
In history classes, we learn of the Crusades, Puritanism and Genocide. We learn of the ways in which free thinkers, artists and intellectuals were tortured, punished, murdered and destroyed because they were seen as freaks, weirdoes, heretics or witches. We marvel at how the world could stand by and watch as these things happened while we sit idly by and watch icons be crucified everyday – line by line, byte by byte, joke by joke. We jab, poke and peel away at the layers until all that is left is the core, the heart, the HUMAN BEING, but by then, it’s often too late. As I look back over the ashes of the fire the world sought to bury King Michael and Queen Whitney in, I see the embers still glowing. I am reminded of a phoenix and my third eye calls up Shakespeare’s words in Othello,
“O, I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part of myself, and what remains is bestial…Reputation is an idle and most false imposition…lost without deserving.”
It’s clear to me now that I have no right…WE have no right to judge lest we be judged! I can see it clearly now that the shades have been removed for the entire world to see.
R.I.P. King Michael Joseph Jackson I
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