Death of an Idol - Michael Jackson
My husband woke me up and said, Michael Jackson is dead. I jumped straight up out of my bed as if he had just said my brother was dead. I couldn't believe it. I immediately turned the T.V on CNN (as if they were the ultimate authority) and there it was... Michael Jackson has just died from cardiac arrest. A lump was in my throat and memories came rushing into my mind of my childhood, teenage years and adulthood. I realized that Michael had been with me throughout my entire life.
Me and my sister would wrestle in the downstairs den to Beat It and I cherished my silver glove. I tore the carpet off the floor practicing my moon walk. I can remember the premier of Thriller and how it launched MTV into the homes of millions. And I can't forget standing in the mirror with my brush in hand singing Billy Jean. Every child wanted Michael to be their Dad. He had a presence that was not of this world.
OK..... then the weird part of Micheal came into the scene. It was the part of Michael that the world, the press and enemies had created. His skin turned white, his nose fell off and his world was in shambles. I knew this was all because he had turned into an IDOL. People worshipped him and at the same time hated him for being so unique. He had the classic symptoms of a "giver". Givers have the hardest time learning how to receive. He gave of himself so much that he lost his way. There was no balance of both giving and receiving.
What hurt my heart the most was the false accusations of child molestation. Here was a man who adored children becasue his childhood was stolen by a power driven father. No one remembers that the child who was terminally ill from cancer had one foot in the grave when Michael met him. Now its 2009 and this child is now a grown man with no signs of cancer. Michael had created facilities within his Netherland Ranch to treat children with cancer. This is when all the accusations started.
Who was Michael's enemy? Was it the public, fans, the government or maybe it was the man. Michael had become the most influential person in the world. He was made a King in Africa and his word was Law to his fans. Now that's power and maybe too much for just one man. Especially an African American man in the US. At one point I thought "they" had a thing for black men named Michael. Michael Jackson, Michael Jordon and Mike Tyson were all in the media around the same time getting slammed for their mishaps.
Now that Michael is gone, the world is back in love with him. I never fell out of love because I knew that his music is UNI-VERSAL.It can never die.
Physical death is not the end. Michael has just shed an old worn out body suit and he is now free to be ONE. His music is Uni-versal therefore he will always be eternal. Be at peace Michael and tell all the other Heavenly Stars I said hello.
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