“They” ARE “us”…. Change “us”, we change “them”….
We are One and Only… ♥
Scream!!! Then be YOU… free of outside pressures and conformities…. be free…
LOVE…. because with love comes all right actions….
by Michael Jackson (Dancing the Dream) You and I were never separate It's just an illusion Wrought by the magical`lens of Perception There is only one Wholeness Only one Mind We are like ripples In the vast Ocean of Consciousness Come, let us dance The Dance of Creation Let us celebrate The Joy of Life The birds, the bees The infinite galaxies Rivers, Mountains Clouds and Valleys Are all a pulsating pattern Living, breathing Alive with cosmic energy Full of Life, of Joy This Universe of Mine Don't be afraid To know who you are You are much more Than you ever imagined You are the Sun You are the Moon You are the wildflower in bloom You are the Life-throb That pulsates, dances From a speck of dust To the most distant star And you and I Were never separate It's just an illusion Wrought by the magical lens of Perception Let us celebrate The Joy of Life Let us dance The Dance of Creation Curving back within ourselves We create Again and again Endless cycles come and go We rejoice In the infinitude of Time There never was a time When I was not Or you were not There never will be a time When we will cease to be Infinite Unbounded In the Ocean of Consciousness We are like ripples In the Sea of Bliss You and I were never separate It's just an illusion Wrought by the magical lens of Perception Heaven is Here Right now is the moment of Eternity Don't fool yourself Reclaim your Bliss Once you were lost But now you're home In a nonlocal Universe There is nowhere to go From Here to Here Is the Unbounded Ocean of Consciousness We are like ripples In the Sea of Bliss Come, let us dance The Dance of Creation Let us celebrate The Joy of Life And You and I were never separate It's just an illusion Wrought by the magical lens of Perception Heaven is Here Right now, this moment of Eternity Don't fool yourself Reclaim your Bliss
Haven’t we all sold ourselves to the external? Seeking gratification. in the form of materialism and outside acceptance, when all along Love was always there? Yes, in fear and ignorance, we’ve all been made to be “whores” to the outside, to the “system”, and forgotten the love that has always been within, the only thing that truly matters…
“Stand Up And Lift
“What about all the peace
That you pledge your only son…
What about flowering fields
Is there a time
What about all the dreams
That you said was yours and mine… ” ~Michael Jackson (Earth song)
All still possible, sooner then we think, if we wish it so… All it takes is a change in the way we ‘think’… Live from Love… always… That’s all it takes…♥
… Haven’t we had enough? Our own doing, our own ‘allowing”…
Live from Love… and all will change… ♥
“They” ARE us……
The world out there… reflection of us…
CHANGE begins within…
Love you all. ♥
No doubt, Michael had a great understanding of truth and love…
A wise father wanted to teach his young son a lesson. “Here is a pillow covered in silk brocade and stuffed with the rarest goose down in the land,” he said. “Go to town and see what it will fetch.”
First the boy went to the marketplace, where he saw a wealthy feather merchant. “What will you give me for this pillow?” he asked. The merchant narrowed his eyes. “I will give you fifty gold ducats, for I see that this is a rare treasure indeed.”
The boy thanked him and went on. Next he saw a farmer’s wife peddling vegetables by the side of the road. “What will you give me for this pillow?” he asked. She felt it and exclaimed, “How soft it is! I’ll give you one piece of silver, for I long to lay my weary head on such a pillow.”
The boy thanked her and walked on. Finally he saw a young peasant girl washing the steps of a church. “What will you give me for this pillow?” he asked. Looking at him with a strange smile, she replied, “I’ll give you a penny, for I can see that your pillow is hard compared to these stones.” Without hesitation, the boy laid the pillow at her feet.
When he got home, he said to his father, “I have gotten the best price for your pillow.” And he held out the penny.
“What?” his father exclaimed. “That pillow was worth a hundred gold ducats at least.”
“That’s what a wealthy merchant saw,” the boy said, “but being greedy, he offered me fifty. I got a better offer than that. A farmer’s wife offered me one piece of silver.”
“Are you mad?” his father said. “When is one piece of silver worth more than fifty gold ducats?” “When it’s offered out of love,” the boy replied. “If she had given me more, she wouldn’t have been able to feed her children. Yet I got a better offer than that. I saw a peasant girl washing the steps of a church who offered me this penny.”
“You have lost your wits completely,” his father said, shaking his head. “When is a penny worth more than one piece of silver?”
“When it’s offered out of devotion,” the boy replied. “For she was laboring for her Lord, and the steps of His house seemed softer than any pillow. Poorer than the poorest, she still had time for God. And that is why I offered her the pillow.”
At this the wise father smiled and embraced his son, and with a tear in his eye he murmured, “You have learned well.”
They hated the Wall, but what could they do? It was too strong to break through.
They feared the Wall, but didn’t that make sense? Many who tried to climb over it were killed.
They distrusted the Wall, but who wouldn’t? Their enemies refused to tear down one brick, no matter how long the peace talks dragged on.
The Wall laughed grimly. “I’m teaching you a good lesson,” it boasted. “If you want to build for eternity, don’t bother with stones. Hatred, fear, and distrust are so much stronger.”
They knew the Wall was right, and they almost gave up. Only one thing stopped them. They remembered who was on the other side. Grandmother, cousin, sister, wife. Beloved faces that yearned to be seen.
“What’s happening?” the Wall asked, trembling. Without knowing what they did, they were looking through the Wall, trying to find their dear ones. Silently, from one person to another, love kept up its invisible work.
“Stop it!” the Wall shrieked. “I’m falling apart.” But it was too late. A million hearts had found each other. The Wall had fallen before it came down.
We’re Takin’ Over
We Have The Truth
This Is The Mission
To See It Through
Don’t Point Your Finger
This Is Our Planet
You’re One Of Us
We’re Sendin’ Out
A Major Love
And This Is Our
Message To You
(Message To You)
The Planets Are Linin’ Up
We’re Bringin’ Brighter Days
They’re All In Line
Waitin’ For You
Can’t You See?
You’re Just Another Part Of Me (more…)
Many believe this song is about drugs. What if it’s about something totally different? What if it’s about how we’ve been numbed, dumbed down, mind-controlled, etc… so that we cannot think for ourselves? So that we cannot see the truth of the world? What if it’s about keeping us wanting our ‘fixes’, such as all the materialism out there? Beautiful house, games, trips, anything to keep us dependent on the outside, on materialism, and keeping us from thinking, from realizing who we truly are, and on what’s really going on this world? Aren’t we, in fact, all drugged? So drugged we don’t even see reality? And who would want us to be numbed, and asleep? Well those with agendas of power, greed and control! Few of them , many of us, best to keep us “drugged” if they’re to keep running the show, no? Hasn’t Michael been talking about that for ages? So, this song, it is US on morphine/demerol… think about it…
It doesn’t matter if we think Michael Jackson is alive or not, what matters is the message he left us… make that change… it’s time.
Because it’s beautiful and inspiring…
A message to the world—>those with eyes to see and ears to hear: