June 25, 2009. I heard the news that Michael Jackson had died as I was driving from the San Fernando Valley to Downtown Los Angeles for work. I had been hired as a stunt person to work in a scene on Iron Man 2. At that point, I had been a stunt woman for 25 years. As I drove, I tried to make sense of what I had heard. Michael Jackson dead? I had been a fan since I was ten years old and his music was the soundtrack to my life.
The scene in the film called for myself and two other stunt women to run away from the giant robots that were chasing the pedestrians. The director yelled “Action!” As we ran, one of the stuntmen landed squarely on top of me on the stairs. The wind was knocked out of me immediately and it became hard for me to breathe. We set up for another take and I realized something was wrong. I didn’t say anything to the stunt coordinator as we did another take but I would find out days later that I had broken ribs.
That injury began a journey of researching, writing, watching YouTube videos, reading books and finding out who the real Michael Jackson was, not the lies the media tried to force feed us on a steady diet. I discovered what I had known since I was ten years old. Michael was a special soul with higher consciousness who was truly gifted with a beautiful heart. A heart that made him other centered, almost to a fault. Everyone loves their own children but Michael loved all children. He loved children in a godly, innocent way and would eventually be crucified for it.
There is no place in American culture that allows for a grown man to have a home which he named Neverland Ranch. A 2500 acre escape from the masses always pulling on him, literally and figuratively. In a February 17, 1983 Rolling Stone Magazine interview he said it hurt being pulled on. “Being mobbed hurts. You feel like you’re spaghetti among thousands of hands. They’re just ripping you and pulling your hair. And you feel that any moment you’re gonna just break.” Some may choose to judge him because he preferred climbing trees to playing football, and the company of children to adults who always wanted something from him. He gave so much. All he wanted was to spread love and peace, especially to those who had very little.
Michael delighted in elementary things like riding roller coasters with children, water fights with over-sized squirt guns, and animals that loved unconditionally. This simple love of life caused those with darkness and blackness in their hearts to judge him. For those who didn’t feel love in our sometimes loveless world, he showed us not to be scared to love. When you told him you loved him, he didn’t say, “love you” or “love ya”. He always said “I love you more.”
On the tenth anniversary of Michael’s passing, I am once again, like every year before, moved to tears by the outpouring of handmade cards, teddy bears, sunflowers, giant arrangements of flowers and fans I haven’t met and even more that I have, from all around the globe.
One Rose for Michael Jackson has 18,757 red and white long stem roses for him this year. They blanket him, as he cared for others around the world with his humanitarian efforts.
What a treat to meet Liz Johnson, who flew from Buenos Aires, Argentina to pay her respects to Michael. She was here one other time in 2014. We spoke about how Michael was loved around the world and yet I felt the United States judged him harshly and tried to imprison him even though both allegations were proven to be blackmail. She told me “Nadie es propheta en su tierra.” “A prophet is never known/accepted in his hometown. “
We both agreed Michael’s death was a spiritual awakening which caused millions of people around the world to speak the same language, the language of love. I met Marty Theis who, with his beautiful smile said “We are here to change the world.” I also met Jordan, who grew up in China and now lives in New York. Jordan shared with me that she discovered Michael when she was three years old. The first false allegations in 1993 made her decide to become a lawyer. “He died the day I graduated college. I was going to come and meet him.” she said.
Michael Jackson was the greatest entertainer this world has ever seen. The gathering at Forest Lawn shows that having a kind heart and caring about others, is never, ever out of style.In this selfie obsessed, look-at-me-culture, now, more than ever, Michael’s care for humanity was both a breath of fresh air and testament to his heart and it is why he will always be remembered. This isn’t just fan worship, it’s people resonating with L.O.V.E and higher consciousness. Michael was tuned into the suffering of others. Even in his death, his will stipulated that part of his earnings should go to charities for children.
Michael’s consciousness was elevated and that’s what we tuned into and made him loved, more than anything. Darkness falls across the land but the love Michael Jackson spread around the world is testament to the power of caring about someone else, being kind, generous, gracious, loving, heart centered, and never forgetting the endless possibilities of grace available to us as human beings. Michael lived his life as a masterpiece, bringing the world together as one.
Look at the stunning artwork created by Siren.
Beautiful blog post. So much love. So nice to see that Michael Jackson’s legacy and love for the world lives on. Thank you Hannah Kozak. LOVE & Blessings to you always.
Hannah, thank you for your beautiful words, great photos and memories of me, best regards.
Beautiful photos and beautiful words Hannah. Thank you for that every year I can be there on FL near Michael. ❤ ❤ ❤
This is a beautiful photo post and tribute. I wish I would have connected yesterday. It was a bit overwhelming. Sending out a major love…
Sue
Thank you, Susan. It was quite a day, wasn’t it. I wish we could have connected. Sending out a major love to you.
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Thank you for the reblog and for all you continue to do to support Michael Jackson.
Thank you, Hannah, for seeing this day through your eyes and for giving your perspective of this day at Holly Terrace.
Especially, I liked the emotional side stories combined with photos of the grief that is still around. This day is always a roller coaster ride.You remember all the joy .. and all the pain, too.
Thank you for rendering this kind of service of a review yearly so that fans worldwide have a sure place to go online for this day. Very much appreciated!
Love to Michael Jackson who is one of the world’s biggest inspirations.
Dear Holger, You are welcome. Meeting people from all corners of the globe is heart opening. And, the essence of what Michael Jackson brought to this world: the ability to bring people together from Argentina, Russia, America in an outpouring of love. All ages, genders, nationalities, political affiliations, orientations come together in love. That is who Michael Jackson was and is. Michael wanted to heal the world and whenever we gather, that’s what he does.
As always beautiful pictures, moving text for this sad Anniversary.Thank Hannah for all this LOVE ♥ from France.
Thank you to my beautiful MJ sister in France. Always for the LOVE.
“We both agreed Michael’s death was a spiritual awakening which caused millions of people around the world to speak the same language, the language of love.” I’m not sure when I started crying reading your blog and Seeing these touching photos. All I know is the tears keep coming. The language of love born from our awakening flows from a universal soul.
How do you capture the outpouring of love, remembrance, support and grief… from around the world? And though the language or fonts may be different, even though they make their signs in crochet or 10 foot billboards, or floral designs in roses and sunflowers… The message is the same. Deep, abiding, permanent, spiritual love.
Thank You for creating this open window to peek into the scene at Michael’s resting place. It’s funny…. I never feel him here. But I always feel the fans’ love and appreciation and grief gushing at every turn. I know one thing: his love in our hearts has created a spiritual awakening and a band of followers whose lives reverberate with his frequency. One seed has died, but the harvest has only just begun.
It’s quite an experience for me every year, Rita. It’s so healing to be surrounded by so many people who know the truth and pour their creativity into honoring Michael Jackson. Meeting people like you make it all worthwhile. I will never forget meeting you at one of the Conrad Murray trials downtown.
The soldiers of love will continue, and more people will learn who Michael was and not the lies the media force fed for decades.
This post is so full of apage love and deep emotions, shown both in your text and photoes. I can feel that you own heart is included in this love for Michael. It is a big treasure you give to us who didn’t were at Forest Lawn in person 25 june. And thank you so much for including my card into your beautiful post too. I am a new reader of your blog, and I look so forward to read many more of your posts before this one (and to follow your new posts in the future)! From Norway.
I have been doing this for Michael Jackson fans around the world for 10 years. It’s a giant love fest and a wonderful way to spend 4 days. Your card was lovely and I’m happy to have you following now, Elin. With love from Los Angeles.
Wow, this is so filled with love. The stories are beyond touching and the photographs speak volumes. Thank you Hannah.
The fans create so much love. It’s an honor to be part of it. Thank you, Bonnie.
Mi corazón se ha llenado de amor al leerte y ver tu recopilación de esos días maravillosos en los que ha quedado patente cuanto amamos a Michael. Gracias ❤️❤️
Me encanta que le gustaba mi blog. Gracias por leer. Muy amable! Un abrazo.
King of light, king of love, the purest soul on the world