Micheal Joseph Jackson, A 21st Century King & Prophet

I have certainly been feeling horrible about the death of Micheal Jackson. He was actually born a month after me. I first saw him in Rhode Island just after he knocked the sox off of a theater full of very demanding African Americans at New York’s Appollo theater. Without them and their confirmation, he may never had become known to the world.

But I’m wondering whether I am the only one wishing that Michael and I were friends? Friends in a way where I could have provided him the direction he needed to stay alive. Over the past few days I have gone from surprise, dismay, anger to disappointment. I am finding myself daydreaming about reversing the hand of Time back several years and doing all that I could to become a true friend of Micheal, so I could do all I could to be a feeder or filler in his life amid all the eaters and takers. With the exception of Janet and Latoyla, his sisters, there were few others who not parasytes who preyed upon his soul.

Sure, everyone knew that he was being pumped up with “legal” drugs that was poisoning his mind and body, but there was something more that was sapping the life out of him. It has always been clear to me that Micheal was a very sensative, humble soul that was moreso than the rest of us. Yes, his parents abnormally sheltered and demanded of him and his siblings things that was clearly unhealthy for children. In a way, their demands left him vulnerable and weak in dealing with a very demanding world.

Where Micheal differed from the Beatles and Elvis was his spiritual connection with humanity. He was a modern Buddha or Ghandi like soul. He wanted nothing more than to better the world and he knew that it depended upon the children. But even there the world was mean enough to block him from accomplishing this.

He started off as a talented musical and dancing artist, but evolved into a cultural revolutionary, and much more.

Listening to his last press conference where he announced his London tour, there was clear finality in his tone and visceral core. In retrospect, it sounds like the guy knew that he was going to die. He did not anticipate it to be so soon. Our world always kills prophets. What else do you truly define a person who has almost single handedly alter an entire generation of Whites who were feed the poison of racism by there parents and other adults, yet defied them to the point of electing America’s first African American president?

I’m thankful that he did actually live long enough to see some of the results of his efforts. That’s right, Barrack Obama owes his presidency, in part, to the monumental barriers that King Micheal conquered and tore down.

We all need to truly get along better. See www.insightbeyondsight.com.