The realization and visible manifestation of a deep-seated connection to Michael Jackson and the essence of his work. The grounds for which this connection can be expressed and shared freely through art, music, and blog.
Hello! I’m Amy, I’m 27, and like so many others out there – my life changed after June 25th, 2009 . An unexpected change – for a person who never knew much about Michael Jackson up until that point. Certainly I knew OF him; I watched his HIStory DVD as a kid, and enjoyed the songs more than I ever admitted to anyone, because outside of that DVD, all I knew about Michael was that a lot of people thought he was “weird”. As far as I was concerned – he was just another artist out there in the sea of music. I never formed an opinion on him because I never really had anything to base an opinion off of. It wasn’t until his passing that I felt nostalgic and decided to look up those old music videos I had watched as a kid. One video led to another – and before I knew it, I was in tears. How did I ever miss this amazing, gentle, and incredibly loving spirit? Why didn’t anybody tell me about who he really was? How could anyone not even SEE who he really was? Weird? How? Right there in front of my eyes was the most kind, compassionate, and caring man I’d ever heard speak. Genius talent aside – here was an incredible humanitarian. Love just emanated from his entire being that I could feel it at my core.
I was so inspired. So deeply moved. And with all that, I could feel my heart open up…like it had been waiting for this moment in all it’s 25 years. I couldn’t help but cry. My heart had never been touched like this. I had never felt so much love, gratitude, and despair all at once. I shed tears for the sheer beauty I had witnessed. Tears for happiness in finally discovering what felt like my soul’s counterpart….and yet also tears of sadness in feeling the loss of it in this world. In one way I didn’t understand my sorrow…because logically, it seemed silly to be sad for the death of someone I didn’t know. But on a deeper level – I felt I did know him…in a spiritual sense. I felt I knew this soul; like a kindred spirit. He even felt a part of me in some way. And so I let myself cry for something my brain didn’t quite understand, but my heart did.
With my new discovery, I set off to connect with fans who could share in my joy and sorrow for Michael. Along my journey, I was amazed to learn that there were many, in fact hundreds, who shared my same story. People from all over the world, who didn’t know much of Michael before he died, and in discovering him through his passing - experienced the same transformation I did. The same enlightenment. The same feeling of loss… of knowing him on a deeper level through some kind of exquisite soul connection.
It is through this connection that a sort of movement has been put in motion. A movement set by Michael’s mission that he fulfilled here on Earth; to heal the planet, our children, and each other. Now that Michael is gone I feel it is our mission and duty as fans – as “enlightened ones” – to carry on Michael’s message. To carry with us the same compassion and love that he did; to pass on his light.
This is part of my torch. May those who carry the light, continue on in love always, and may the hearts of those who have yet to be touched – be opened. It is with open hearts, compassion and empathy toward our soul sisters and brothers on this planet, that we can heal it.
Peace, love, and music.