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.