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Change starts within…

“They” ARE us……
The world out there… reflection of us…
CHANGE begins within…
Love you all. 🙂 ♥

The Boy and The Pillow

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.”

The Walls…

Berlin 1989

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.

~Michael Jackson

Message: You’re Just Another Part of Me

We’re Takin’ Over
We Have The Truth
This Is The Mission
To See It Through

Don’t Point Your Finger
Not Dangerous
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?
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Meaning of Song “Morphine”

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…

Man In The Mirror

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.

Michael Jackson & Whitney Houston – Hold My Hand/My Love Is Your Love

Because it’s beautiful and inspiring…

Michael Jackson – “We’ve Had Enough”

A message to the world—>those with eyes to see and ears to hear:

The Misunderstood Power of Michael Jackson’s Music

His influence today proves him to be one of the greatest creators of all time, but Jackson’s art—like that of many black artists—still doesn’t get the full respect it deserves. 

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More than two and a half years after his untimely death, Michael Jackson continues to entertain. Cirque du Soleil’s crowd-pleasing Michael Jackson Immortal World Tour is currently crisscrossing North America, while a recent Jackson-themed episode of Glee earned the show a 16 percent jump in ratings and its highest music sales of the season. Even Madonna’s halftime Super Bowl spectacle harkened back to a trend first initiated by Jackson.But there is another crucial part of Jackson’s legacy that deserves attention: his pioneering role as an African-American artist working in an industry still plagued by segregation, stereotypical representations, or little representation at all.

 

Jackson never made any qualms about his aspirations. He wanted to be the best. When his highly successful Off the Wall album (in 1981, the best-selling album ever by a black artist) was slighted at the Grammy Awards, it only fueled Jackson’s resolve to create something better. His next album, Thriller, became the best-selling album by any artist of any race in the history of the music industry. It also won a record-setting seven Grammy awards, broke down color barriers on radio and TV, and redefined the possibilities of popular music on a global scale.

 

Yet among critics (predominantly white), skepticism and suspicion only grew. “He will not swiftly be forgiven for having turned so many tables,” predicted James Baldwin in 1985, “for he damn sure grabbed the brass ring, and the man who broke the bank at Monte Carlo has nothing on Michael.”

 

Baldwin proved prophetic. In addition to a flood of ridicule regarding his intelligence, race, sexuality, appearance, and behavior, even his success and ambition were used by critics as evidence that he lacked artistic seriousness. Reviewsfrequently described his work as “calculating,” “slick,” and “shallow.” Establishment rock critics such as Dave Marsh and Greil Marcus notoriously dismissed Jackson as the first major popular music phenomenon whose impact was more commercial than cultural. Elvis Presley, the Beatles, and Bruce Springsteen, they claimed, challenged and re-shaped society. Jackson simply sold records and entertained.

READ MORE:   http://m.theatlantic.com/entertainment/archive/2012/02/the-misunderstood-power-of-michael-jacksons-music/252751/