Aug 28 2012

Wherever You Are

Category: Angels,Photos,PoetrySeven @ 10:27 pm

I’m still here
in this tiny little world
while you’ve gone on to become part
of all that is: energy and light
rhythmic movement,
God-energy, the Universe.
It’s a much bigger, peaceful and
more electrified existence
— or so I sometimes imagine.

What are you reading and
Who have you seen lately and
What have you learned?
Many have joined you since
you left. Did you call them home?
Are you still somehow
pushing rose petals through my
window shades but
somehow I’m missing them?

You seem so far away
but sometimes I swear
I sense you in the room
and you make me laugh
for what to others
seems like no reason at all.
To myself I call you silly names
and hope you’re somewhere
laughing too.

In a way I’m happy for you
being gone from here,
while at the same time
this place without you
without your electricity
without your light
without your sound
without your life;
this cramped single realm
of crazy indifference
(as much as you tried to fight it)
isn’t really very alive.

It’s just heartlessly existing
waiting to find someone who
could possibly replace you
knowing there is no one to make
anyone stop and think anymore.

It’s your Birthday today and I know
you weren’t comfortable
celebrating those.
In spite of that and everything else
still I hope your soul
is finally somehow Happy.

Wherever You Are.

©2012 Seven Bowie

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Jul 11 2012

CA Medical Board Files More Charges Against Conrad Murray

Category: JusticeSeven @ 5:15 pm

Conrad Murray

SOURCE: http://www.reportingonhealth.org/2012/07/10/medical-board-files-more-charges-against-conrad-murray-michael-jackson-death

(below emphasis mine)

Conrad Murray has been slapped with a new round of allegations from the Medical Board of California. . . . The medical board filed its first round of charges against Murray in February 2012. This new amended accusation is dated June 27, 2012.

In the accusation against Murray filed in February, there were two causes for action: conviction of a crime and failure to maintain adequate records. As I wrote at the time, the document seemed like fill-in-the-blank boilerplate, with more space devoted to the state code Murray violated than the details of the violations.

The amended accusation still includes the conviction and records violations, but it adds “gross negligence-inappropriate administration of dangerous drugs,” “repeated negligent acts-inappropriate administration of dangerous drugs,” and “incompetence-inappropriate administration of dangerous drugs.”

The new charges are much more detailed and provide a full explanation of just how far Murray strayed outside the standards of practice when administering the anesthetic propofol – and other drugs – to Jackson. It breaks down the “gross negligence” violation into four parts. Here are quotes from each:

Excessive administration of dangerous drugs/sedatives:

Propofol is not indicated for the induction of sleep and/or to treat insomnia. It is strictly indicated for moderate or deep sedation in a monitored hospital setting, or an accredited outpatient facility that meets the requirements set forth in Health and Safety Code sections 1248.1 and 1248.15. … [Murray] used dangerous drugs to sedate patient M.J. at his home for the purpose of inducing sleep. On more than 40 occasions between April 2009 and June 25, 2009, patient M.J. was sedated with a combination of benzodiazepines and propofol.

Inadequate monitoring:

The patient is required to have a continuous oxygen delivery system, continuous cardiac monitoring, a continuous intravenous access line established, continuous pulse oximetry monitoring, and continuous blood pressure monitoring, all with audible alert systems. In addition, the following operable equipment is necessary in the room and must be ready for use: oxygen, suction, oral and nasopharyngeal airways, a crash cart with backboard, appropriate emergency resuscitation drugs, and a defibrillator. … [Murray’s] failure to secure appropriate equipment for patient monitoring and his failure to maintain emergency equipment and medications is an extreme departure from the standard of care. Furthermore, no competent physician or surgeon would sedate a patient without ensuring that the appropriate patient monitoring and equipment is readily available.

Failure to maintain medical records:

When a patient is administered medications for sedation and/or anesthesia the standard of care requires that the physician maintain medical records detailing the care rendered to the patient. Documentation of sedation and anesthesia is required for the provision of good medical care and quality assurance.

The board sums it up this way:

[Murray] failed to appropriately monitor patient M.J. He abandoned his patient by leaving M.J. unattended while he was under the influence of heavy sedatives. In addition, he administered propofol and other dangerous drugs to patient M.J. in a home setting without appropriate medical equipment and staff to monitor the maintenance of patient M.J.’s hemodynamics, and did not continuously monitor the patient’s vital signs.

Board-certified anesthesiologist and author Dr. Barry Friedberg responds to the news of Murray being hit with new charges from the California Medical Board:

SOURCEhttp://www.sfgate.com/crime/articleComments/Conrad-Murray-faces-new-accusations-3700830.php?plckFindCommentKey=CommentKey:938acd03-dcc7-41ec-928b-de06ee2d17bc

Before Paul White was retained, as a recognized propofol expert, I was asked, by Murray’s attorney, Michael Flanagan, to defend Conrad Murray’s care of Michael Jackson.

In Flanagan’s attempt to impress me, I was told Murray was such a ‘great’ doctor he didn’t start an IV when performing cardioversion. Flanagan represented that Murray simply put the propofol directly into the patient’s vein.

Upon hearing this description of Murray’s usual practice, my jaw dropped open & my eyes grew large with astonishment & disbelief.

I told Mr. Flanagan that he DID impress me but NOT in the manner in which he was intending. I added there was not any language to adequately describe the degree of recklessness that such an act would involve.

Although Murray had hospital privileges to perform cardiac catheterization with propopfol sedation with audible pulse oximetry monitoring, it is clear from his above described conduct, in addition to the ‘care’ of Michael Jackson, that Murray does not believe the usual safety precautions apply to him. It is not a lack of knowledge that led Murray to conduct himself in such a regular, reckless manner but the fact he is a sociopath.

Murray is a disgrace to the medial profession and never deserves to again hold a license to practice. 

-Dr. Barry Friedberg

More  on MJ-777.com from Dr. Friedberg:

Dr. Barry Friedberg’s Recent Explosive Comments About the Murray Trial

Dr. Barry Friedberg: “Michael’s Death: A Predictable, Avoidable Tragedy”

 

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Jul 09 2012

Michael Gave Whitney Houston a Monkey for Her Birthday

Category: Friends,Photos,Quotes About MJSeven @ 10:51 pm

Michael with Whitney Houston

Does that sound strange? Well maybe it is. But before you judge such a gift too harshly, try to understand the life of the person it came from.

BeBe Winans wrote a book about Whitney Houston called ‘The Whitney I Knew‘. There are some exclusive excerpts of the book in an article on RollingStone.com. I want to share a few of them here in the interest of understanding what the Whitney Houstons and the Michael Jacksons of our society go through in order to share their gifts with us.  It’s heartwrenching that these people are so judged and crucified by our society and its tabloids and media as they  give our souls life through their gift of music or other talents. There truly must be a special place in Heaven for these people, monkeys and all.

Here are the excerpts, but please do read the entire article at RollingStone:

Hers was a tangible gift that audibly and even visibly set her apart. That’s what Whitney possessed. There was no gimmick to her, only giftedness. But with that giftedness came great promise and great responsibility, the weight of which can be too much for even the most pure in heart.

The world saw Whitney in the tabloids just like it sees Madonna or Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. Our mistake is that we make our assumptions about the kind of people they are based on the manipulative lenses of photographers scrambling to land their photo on the front page of TMZ. We watch Being Bobby Brown and think that the scenes caught on tape constitute Whitney as a person, a mom, and a wife. True, the reality show was not Whitney’s (or Bobby’s) shining moment. But are we really that eager to remember someone for their worst moments when they’ve given us so many of their best?

The truth is, those images never constituted Whitney’s reality. Her life was not lived at the reality-show/tabloid level. And yet, because that’s all so many people saw, it’s all they allowed themselves to believe. The public formed their opinion of her through writers and photographers who never met her. To me, that’s a tragedy.

Imagine yourself in this situation. You can’t escape the expectations of the mob. And it kills you.

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To give you an idea of how the media twists reality, allow me to expound on the Mariah Carey situation. Now, this story would probably embarrass Whitney a little, but I have to tell it. I think she’d understand that it’s all in good fun.

When Mariah debuted, I’m sure people in the media couldn’t wait to compare her to Whitney. I had heard of Mariah early on because my good friend, Rhett Lawrence, produced her first big single. I was at his house in California when he was raving about this new singer.

Well, as we all know, when Mariah came on the scene, she hit hard. And instantly the media created a “hate” between Whitney and Mariah. They were both going to be at the American Music Awards, and people were expecting some kind of fireworks because supposedly there was this massive tension between them. Again, this was a fabrication. They didn’t hate each other; they didn’t even know each other.

I could convince Whitney to do anything – pranks or whatever. We’d be hanging out and I’d tell her to do something, and she’d say, “You are not my father. Why do you think you my father? You think I’ll just do whatever you tell me?” To which I’d reply, “Shut up, I am your father” – all in good fun, of course.

Well, we were at the American Music Awards, and I had persuaded Whitney that after her performance and her category were over, we would go to dinner. I’d also informed her that when we exited our seats, she would be the last one out, and that we were going to pass Mariah Carey on the way out.

“Here’s what you do,” I said. “You gonna stop and you gonna put out your hand and you gonna speak to her.”

“I’m not gonna speak to her,” Whitney replied.

“Yes, you are. You’re going to be bigger than this whole situation.” “I’m not . . .” “Yes, you are.”

Her category finished and our little foursome started marching out to go to dinner – CeCe in front of me, Whitney’s assistant, Robin, in front of her, and Whitney at the end of the line – just like I said. And Whitney did exactly as I told her to do. I didn’t stop to listen to or watch their interaction; I just kept moving. The three of us piled into the car, and then Whitney blew in like a storm and slammed the door behind her. She was clearly upset and embarrassed.

“I’m going to kick your tail!” she said to me. “What happened?” “I’ll never listen to you again.” “Tell me what happened!”

“I did everything you said: I stopped. I put out my hand and said, ‘Hi Mariah, I’m Whitney.’ And when I stuck out my hand, she turned her head like she didn’t hear anything I said and looked up at the sky.”

“Oh no,” I said. “Tell me that’s not true.”

“Oh, it’s true. I was so embarrassed. There I stood, looking like an idiot. I’m never going to do what you tell me to do again.” Thank God the media didn’t see this. If they had, Whitney’s and Mariah’s brief exchange (or lack of it) would have been blown into epic proportions. They would have hated each other and not even known why – and all because it may have been so chaotic in that moment that Mariah didn’t even hear Whitney. Unbelievable. Well, my idea didn’t go very well, but we laughed at that whole awkward affair years later. And this incident didn’t end up stopping those two from getting together in the future . . . after some further persuasion. When Whitney was approached with the opportunity to record a duet with Mariah, I encouraged her to do it. She wouldn’t hear of it. “You crazy,” she responded. “You know what happened last time I tried to do something nice. You don’t know what you’re saying, boy. You’ve lost your mind.”

It wasn’t that she disliked Mariah; she just didn’t want to be embarrassed again. We talked a little more about it, but she finally said, “That ain’t going to happen, BeBe.” Then, only a few months later, she called me and sheepishly informed me of her latest news.

“Well,” she began, dragging it out a bit, “you said it a few months ago – that I should do a duet with Mariah.”

“No,” I interrupted, “don’t tell me you’re doing it!”

“Yeah, Babyface wrote the song, and it’s on.”

I could tell she was very happy about the whole thing.

“Wow,” I replied, “ain’t that something! That’s going to be incredible! But wait, you said you were never going to do something like that.” We both laughed and laughed. Oh, how Whitney loved to laugh. Finally the two superstars met – two musical powerhouses who knew who they were outside of the pop world. And when they performed that Oscar-winning song together (“When You Believe” from the Prince of Egypt soundtrack), it was the catalyst for a great friendship between them. When I looked at Mariah at Whitney’s funeral, all those memories came flooding back.

I share that story for two reasons. First, as an example of the gross exaggerations the media likes to spin on celebrities and also to communicate Whitney’s honest love for her peers. She loved other singers and was always up on who was new and fresh. Second, I wanted to depict the scene within the church the day of her funeral. Each person sitting in that sanctuary represented both the good and the bad of Whitney’s life.

When I say good and bad, I simply mean the wonderful make-up of this life in general. That’s what makes life so beautiful: the fun and the boring, the misunderstandings and the epiphanies. All of it mixes together on the canvas of our lives. When I saw Mariah at Whitney’s homegoing, I saw a specific brushstroke of Whitney’s life. That brushstroke touched other brushstrokes. Together the strokes formed a masterpiece.

All masterpieces have certain tensions or contrasts on display – that’s what makes the painting dynamic and memorable. Whitney’s life told a dramatic story filled with contrast and beauty, a life truly lived.

The seclusion of fame damages people the most. Fame causes its inhabitants to live afraid – to fear their reputation being marred – which makes seclusion seem the only real alternative. Look at how Michael Jackson faded into eerie reclusiveness, buying a monkey and other exotic animals as pets. For me, that seems far removed from reality and true human connection. But he also endured a level of celebrity that few people on earth can relate to.

One year Whitney threw an exclusive party – a BIG party. You may ask, who throws a party for their 26th birthday – complete with a who’s who of attendees, loads of food, a beautifully decorated tent, and excellent music? Well, she did, because she was on the road during her 25th birthday.

The invitation had a spectacular picture of Whitney on the cover. You had to be on a list, and there were different security checkpoints. CeCe and I just stayed on the sidelines of the party, watching her enjoy the evening and all the love as she mingled with everyone.

That was also the night we discovered that Michael Jackson had given Whitney a monkey as her birthday present. Everyone seemed amused, but I’m sure they were all thinking the same thing I was – This is crazy! Who gives monkeys to people for their birthdays?

The thought is funny and ridiculous at the same time. Of course Whitney didn’t need a monkey! It was all she could do to take care of her cat! But perhaps Michael was so far removed from people that he thought Whitney could use the companionship of a monkey.

Whitney couldn’t believe it. She read Michael’s card, looked at me, and said, “What am I going to do with a monkey?”

We both laughed.

“As soon as this party’s over, that monkey is getting dropped off at the zoo!” Did this gift make sense to Michael? I don’t know. Perhaps. The amount of fame that Whitney had garnered already as a 26- year-old had propelled her into a lonely way of life. But can you imagine thinking that another person would be so lonely that they’d need a pet monkey? This was someone’s reality?

This is what seclusion does to a person. Whitney didn’t struggle with the inclination toward extreme reclusivenes like Michael did, though I can see now how that gift from Michael was a foreshadowing of darker days ahead for Whitney.

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Rest in Peace Michael and Whitney. At long last, Rest in Peace. ♡

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Jul 03 2012

Happy Independence Day, Americans

Category: Humanitarian,Justice,Photos,Planet EarthSeven @ 3:52 am

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Such as it is, at best a shell of the word. While you may have gained independence from Great Britain in 1776, you have since given it away lock, stock, and barrel to the Great Corporations. Corporations rule and run your country and you are as dependent upon them as a newborn babe on it’s mother. While becoming so, you forgot about your real Mother, Earth, and gave your national independence away to the highest corporate bidder. It wasn’t a very wise direction for you to take, I must say. And look where it’s got you.

At least one man, Michael Jackson, had the wisdom and courage to ask the question: “What more can I give?” – rather than “What more can I GET?” or “What more can I TAKE?” like most corporations and sadly, your nation does. And its history shows that. Time and time again.

You destroyed that man, America. Your media and your legal and political system lynched an innocent man who only wanted to convince yourselves along with the rest of the world to take a look in the mirror to change the world for the better by bettering themselves first.

Instead of doing that, you (your corporate-owned, greed-driven media) made ammunition of all that you should despise about yourselves and aimed it at HIM. You shot the messenger instead of getting the message. Now, he’s dead and you are a failed nation because once again, in all your notorious arrogance – you would not listen. America, you couldn’t see yourselves in your own mirror even if you looked now because it’s covered in oil.

And still you haven’t learned. You destroyed a brilliant light. You destroyed a man that any other country might have been proud to call their son. You persecuted, ridiculed, belittled, and lynched him – and you allowed others to extort and abuse him without consequence to themselves.

Oh, so he was ‘different‘ and you didn’t understand him? That’s a reason to destroy someone? Because they’re different than your status quo and/or you do not understand them?

Where is the ‘freedom and independence‘ of a country that crucifies someone for being ‘different‘? A country which destroys, demonizes and dehumanizes anyone they don’t understand, because they don’t want to be bothered trying and it’s more profitable to just get rid of them for their resources, be it music or oil. That’s your history, America. Independence in such an immoral form doesn’t exist, though you guys try to make a nice pretense of it. A very thin pretense I might add.  It’s not sellable nor is it anything to be proud of.

As much as that hideous mess in your Gulf of Mexico and in your Yellowstone River right now, this is also a catastrophe and is borne of the same disease: greed. In the case of Michael Jackson’s demise, as the demise of the Gulf of Mexico and the Yellowstone River, you haven’t the self-awareness or honesty to recognize, acknowledge, or admit what a loss it truly is. Ignorance abounds thanks to your wholly corporate-owned media, which your laws allow to run rampant when they should not, and which your government muzzles when it should not. And every time it does, something or someone whose value cannot be measured in mere dollars is destroyed in favor of corporate profit.

There is a media blackout as I write this, assisted by the government – federal and local – regarding the Gulf of Mexico oil spill disaster and its continued disasterous effects. If there was a time when the media ought to have maximum voice, it’s now. If there was a time when the media’s voice should have been controlled and regulated by the tremendous responsibility which ought to come with the tremendous power of being able to shape public opinion, it was when Michael Jackson was alive, in regards to every slanted vicious lie told about him. And those lies are still being told about him because your media can still make money off of those lies. And still, as ever, they are not held accountable for their lies and the damage they’ve done and continue to do to the man’s legacy and family. If these predatory parasites can do this to Michael Jackson, who will they do it to next? You? Me? Your brother, mother, family?  If they can make a buck selling lies about you, they will. They’ll do it to anybody. And worse, they’ll get away with it because the almighty dollar rules.

Yes, American corporate-owned media helped send Michael Jackson to an early grave. The political and legal system in the United States, corrupt from top to bottom, also helped to send Michael Jackson to an early grave and there will be no justice hence for his murder either. Just like the concept of “independence” in America is non-existent, propped up by sheer propaganda and pretense, so is the the concept of “justice”. There is little of either in the United States of America, as nice as these concepts are.

When your media need to be heard for the benefit of the people, your government silences them. When the media need to be controlled and regulated for the benefit of the people, you allow them to destroy those same people and their world with bad and unethical reporting, without bounds or consequence. Seems a little backward to me. But then a lot about America does these days. When corporate profit rules, truth and morality go straight out the window. God” in the United States of America is the god-damned dollar bill.

Go where you may, search where you will, roam through all the monarchies and despotisms- of the Old World, travel through South America, search out every abuse, and when you have found the last, lay your facts by the side of the everyday practices of this nation, and you will say with me that, for revolting barbarity and shameless hypocrisy, America reigns without a rival.” -Frederick Douglass Independence Day Speech

Pray tell America, what brand of “independence” is this you’re celebrating? And what brand of morality is it which you so vehemently pretend to subscribe to? You are not One Nation Under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all“. That’s a cute and comforting phrase to teach the kids, but it’s not true and is hardly appropriate preparation for what they are going to have to face when they try to live and survive in this brutal country as adults. Because the truth is, America is one nation under Money, sorely divided, with liberty and justice for corporations and little for anyone else. Even our own “supreme court” (which has little credibility itself anymore and exists solely to protect corporations) has declared these predatory, parasitic, psychopathic entities “people“.

I spent thirty-three years and four months in active military service as a member of this country’s most agile military force, the Marine Corps. I served in all commissioned ranks from Second Lieutenant to Major-General. And during that period, I spent most of my time being a high class muscle-man for Big Business, for Wall Street and for the Bankers. In short, I was a racketeer, a gangster for capitalism.

I suspected I was just part of a racket at the time. Now I am sure of it. Like all the members of the military profession, I never had a thought of my own until I left the service. My mental faculties remained in suspended animation while I obeyed the orders of higher-ups. This is typical with everyone in the military service.

I helped make Mexico, especially Tampico, safe for American oil interests in 1914. I helped make Haiti and Cuba a decent place for the National City Bank boys to collect revenues in. I helped in the raping of half a dozen Central American republics for the benefits of Wall Street. The record of racketeering is long. I helped purify Nicaragua for the international banking house of Brown Brothers in 1909-1912. I brought light to the Dominican Republic for American sugar interests in 1916. In China I helped to see to it that Standard Oil went its way unmolested.

During those years, I had, as the boys in the back room would say, a swell racket. Looking back on it, I feel that I could have given Al Capone a few hints. The best he could do was to operate his racket in three districts. I operated on three continents.

-General Smedley Darlington Butler, 1933

I will not let you forget, America. I will not let you forget those you murder around the world for corporate and political domination, for corporate profit and hegemony. I will not let you forget about your theft of resources from this or other countries while indebting their desperate people to you for that theft. I will not let you forget the planet you are helping destroy because you refuse to lead the rest of the world in saving it, favoring the savior of corporate profits instead. I will not let you forget your modus operandi of disaster capitalism which plays out over and over again each time a national or international disaster strikes. I will not let you forget your past of enslaving black people. And I will never let you forget what you did to an innocent black man, Michael Jackson – one of the finest men who ever lived. A man who, because of unethical corporate propaganda and manipulation, because of an abusive and highly corrupt legal and political system, is unjustifiably reviled by too many of yours rather than being a source of pride that such a brilliant artist and human being ought to be to your country and to the world.

And this is through no fault of his own. You defined him (or allowed him to be defined) in false and negative terms and then lynched him based on that definition. Looking at the life, words, art, and actions of this man tells quite a different story however, about who he really was. Not that I expect this country to ever recognize or acknowledge that, or to even remember or care, considering your reputation where treatment of African-Americans is concerned, both past and present.

Let me ask you THIS America: If the likes of Michael Jackson, your Gulf of Mexico, your Yellowstone River, your Arctic National Wildlife Reserve, and millions of orphaned and starving children in the US and around the world are so disposable and expendable to your country as they evidently are, then what and who else is? The answer would have to be most everyone and everything: Myself. My family. And the families of whoever is reading this, as well. Any families. All families. Everywhere. How moral is that?

Would the “God” you so pretentiously pretend to worship, approve?

You might try for once, asking “What more can we GIVE?” – rather than “What more can we GET?” or “What more can we TAKE?“. You might try requiring the corporations which do business within and without your shores to do the same. You might try requiring your politicians to have the same attitude rather than just jockeying to acquire or save their political butts and collecting corporate dollars for their campaigns. You might try a Department of Peace instead of Department of War (Defense). You might just try doing something different instead of doing the same thing over and over and getting the same or worse results. Until you do so, you are a failed state and each failure is cumulative and therefore worse than the last.

You, America, are going straight to Hell (literally or figuratively speaking) and you have no one to blame but yourselves.

How many starving, homeless children live in the U.S.? How many are living in abject poverty? Why isn’t this reported on the news? Because they are expendable. What is your excuse for this, America?

How many orphans have you created in Iraq? Last count I’m aware of was 2010 and there were one million orphaned children there whose parents had been killed by the illegal U.S. invasion and occupation of that country. Most of them live in the street. And why isn’t this reported on the news? Because they are expendable. And for what have you done this? What could justify it?

Nothing.

Yes, Happy “Independence” Day America.

What you are independent of in the United States seems to be all the wrong things: a conscience, any sense of morality, any sense of your real Mother (Earth), any sense of wise, sensible, or compassionate leadership or any sense of caring for the people within your own shores much less anywhere else in the world. As for animals, the poor, children, the elderly … you know those old people dumped in the alleyways by your “health care” system like so much trash? All of them are expendable for corporate profit. Just like Michael Jackson was.

And you, America, let this happen. You are the architect of your own demise. Sorry I cannot be more encouraging to you on your day of celebration. If you want a sunnier sentiment, you’ll have to earn it by correcting some things – and I mean in a major way. Because at the moment, you are a major source of shame for your people. I know. I’m one of them. I do not align myself with either of what are purportedly two different political parties in this country, so do not try to categorize my sentiments within either of them. They won’t fit.

America, if you’re at all interested in changing anything that is wrong with your country, and there is plenty of it, you might start with listening to Michael Jackson’s music and studying his lyrics whilst keeping your televisions off, your noses out of tabloids and your earplugs firmly inserted when the likes of Diane Dimond, Maureene Orth, Andrea Peyser, Martin Bashir et al are defacating from their mouths. CLUE for Americans and everyone else who reads thisThe truth about Michael Jackson is in his music and his own words, not the profit-driven corporate media or the bogus claims of extortionists and hangers-on who are after money.

America, you cannot afford your own arrogance right now. The world cannot afford your arrogance right now. It never could.

You might try extricating your lives and minds from the corporate tit and reducing and regulating their control over your country and particularly your government. Because right now, they own you, top to bottom. Corporations. All of them. They own your government, your lives, your children, and your minds. You are not free. You are not independent. Because if you were, your Gulf of Mexico would still be clean and thriving, as would your Yellowstone River. What has happened there would have never happened due to proper and enforced regulations (see Norway), and we’d have clean energy by now owned and controlled by people and their communities — not greedy soulless corporations whom your highest court believes ought to be able to plunder and pillage the planet and the economy with utter impunity.

And yes, Michael Jackson would still be alive and his children would have their father.

Seems to me rather than celebrating a non-existent and quite pretentious “independence” in this land you stole from Native American Indians, in this country built by the torture and sweat of African-American slaves, and subsequently sold to the highest corporate bidder, you ought to instead be feverishly working to correct the problems that are preventing you from having any true independence as a nation – much less an independence you can be proud of on this or any other day.

Elizabeth Taylor, when asked if Michael Jackson would ever return to live in the United States again, replied: “Well really why should he? He’s been treated like dirt here.”  See around 3:09 in the video below. I wish Michael Jackson had never set foot again in this barbaric, ignorant country. Had he not, he’d likely still be alive today. It’s an absolute shame that Michael was shredded to death by American society, and also that the United States is too ignorant and too arrogant to even realize what it’s done – not only to Michael Jackson but also to itself – and by extension, the World.

The United States will never be independent of its own avarice, ignorance, and its own barbaric legacy for two reasons: 1) Myself and many others will not allow it to be forgotten; and 2) these things simply have repercussions in the future. America is busily lynching itself and is too stupid to even realize it.

Yes America, you have a lot of damage to both acknowledge and to undo. Meanwhile, your pretentious “dog and pony” show isn’t working. Have a nice day and enjoy your “Independence” (such as it is). When you get back off your holiday, you might want to do something about your country.

©2010-2012 Seven Bowie

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Jun 23 2012

Remembering Michael: Making space for innocence

Category: Angels,Children,MJ Quotes,Photos,Quotes,VideosSeven @ 2:20 pm

Michael

Remembering Michael on the three-year anniversary of his departure from this realm, I begin with a poem:

To The Tender
by Kristen Tracy

Midsummer, and along came a hapless jay —

blue and wobbling — flight feathers nothing more

than pins of white. It arrived at the nest’s edge

unready, which was only half the problem.

Crows perched in the oak across the street, alert,

aware of all the world’s worst secrets. Naturally

I rooted for the jay. Oh, but this was life.

After the blue jay fell from the Scotch pine’s terrible height,

it righted itself in the grass and, like a skin-kneed child

after her first bad spill on a bike, cried out for help.

I set down my rake and shepherded the bird

toward my spindle tree. Hopping from

low branches, it pressed toward the center, tucking itself

into my tree’s sturdy heart. For two days

the parents swooped down to feed it.

Thankfully the crows never came, though

I kept my eye on them. I knew their game.

Pirates. Gangsters. Extortionists. Thieves.

But even if the world is half bad, it remains

half good. While some of us sleep, our hearts

lie open,turned to the tender, dreaming up ways

to thwart the crows. Yes, a hapless jay stumbles

into our lives believing it can fly, and we — knowing

what we know — do what we can to make it so.

— From The Sun magazine’s April 2011 issue.

Something that has settled atop the heap of thoughts in my mind lately is the fact that after Michael’s acquittal in 2005, his fans gave him roses. I read somewhere that a couple of the fans stayed up all night removing the thorns from the roses for him. I thought: “this was similar to how the woman made space for the innocent little blue jay, removing the threats or at least somehow protecting the little jay from them so that he could continue making his way in life unharmed.

Michael’s fans, each in their own way, have always made space for his innocence — an innocence we all knew he possessed. It wasn’t just because of the utter lack of evidence against him that so many were certain of his innocence. Much of that certainty came from Michael’s personality itself, long before the extortionists ever targeted him. One read of his book ‘Dancing the Dream‘, written long before any of the worst nastiness began, reveals a unique combination of innocence and wisdom that only Michael possessed. That’s the innocence so many millions made space for – in his life, in their lives, and in their hearts. He found, and his fans found in him, a ‘Ally in Innocence‘ so-to-speak.

But this innocence isn’t a naive one. It’s not a gullible one. It’s a wise one. It’s the one that knows a table littered with animosity, grudges, mistrust, suspicion, bitterness, and conscienceless greed cannot be a platform for a sumptuous meal, or the creation of beautiful poetry or breathtaking music or an astounding dance performance — things that connect the physical world with the divinity in all life.

We must free ourselves to be filled by God. Even god cannot fill what is full.

-Mother Teresa

It’s that innocence that sees the whole world with wonder and that knows there is real magic in dreams and that even though the most beautiful choirs and passionate churches sing of it, true Divinity is only found in the silence of the stars nestled in the velvet black and purple sky and the quiet of a flower blooming – those things we hardly notice amidst the jarring jangle of our everyday lives. Some colors exist in dreams that do not exist in the waking world. I have seen these colors in my own dreams and I know they are there.

We need to find God, and he cannot be found in noise and restlessness. God is the friend of silence. See how nature — trees, flowers, grass — grows in silence; see the stars, the moon, and the sun, how they move in silence.

-Mother Teresa

Michael’s daughter Paris tweeted something about girls in her class wearing revealing clothes. I tweeted back that if they were trying to attract guys, this is not how a girl gets respect. She ‘favorited‘ that tweet. The girl is her father’s daughter. She knows. Someone else interjected that some young girls wear revealing clothing to somehow persuade the male teacher to give them better grades. But such a lack of self-respect and ill-gotten rewards for unearned accomplishment are costly and short-lived. One cannot build a sturdy future upon them. I’m sure those girls in the revealing clothing might think girls that don’t dress that way are somehow not ‘cool‘, or are inferior. But who wants to be ‘sexy‘ if it means you get less or no respect as a person and that your accomplishments in life really aren’t accomplishments at all, but rather reward gained through manipulation or self-devaluation? This innocence, which to someone in the process of making unwise but temporarily convenient choices in life might seem useless, is the one Michael lived and taught his children.

I believe Michael knew this:

Lack of understanding of the true nature of happiness, it seems to me, is the principal reason why people inflict sufferings on others. They think either that the other’s pain may somehow be a cause of happiness for themselves or that their own happiness is more important, regardless of what pain it may cause. But this is shortsighted. No one truly benefits from causing harm to another sentient being. . . . In the long run causing others misery and infringing their rights to peace and happiness result in anxiety, fear, and suspicion within oneself.

-The Dalai Lama

And, I believe that many of today’s problems in the world are the result of this lack of understanding. Most people in the business or political world might see an unwillingness to do others harm in order to profit or succeed as naive or pollyanna-ish. But it’s not. Such reluctance to harm others (or one’s self) in order to succeed or profit may appear as childish innocence or naïveté to others, but it is actually a deeper wisdom than most people understand – or care about – because they are too driven to profit at any cost, particularly to others. We saw the ugliness of that in Michael’s own life and we see it every day all around ourselves.

Michael understood that a certain innocence is necessary for creativity, as well. It makes sense that as children grow up, they become less creative. And most adults discourage it as we get older – telling their children to be a lawyer or accountant, or computer programmer rather than pursuing any type of artistic or creative endeavor, thus instilling in them a disbelief in their own artistic ability and a distrust in their own ability to become a success by being creative. Yet the refusal to be creative – in whatever way a person has an aptitude for -could be counter to what God(dess) intended. If, as Michael and many others including myself believe – God communicates spiritually with the physical world via art and creativity –  and we refuse this, we are refusing to be a conduit for him/her to speak to the physical world through us. Many people believe too, that this can be the source of addiction ie: that the person has an emptiness within themselves, in their soul or psyche, that they are trying to fulfill or numb the pain of. I call it ‘The God Hole‘ and so does at least one other person who has written about this. Michael certainly understood the value of a childlike mind as a necessity for creativity – one that does not perceive any limit to what is possible.

Some people and entities seeking to advance themselves monetarily and otherwise portrayed Michael’s penchant for innocence as “strange“, and “bizarre” and portrayed him as a “pedophile” because he preferred the company of children than scheming, backstabbing adults who always wanted something from him for themselves – seeking to profit by hurting him or others. It seems to be a requirement that anytime a media outlet mentions him, the word “bizarre” must be inserted in the piece somewhere, just to keep the meme going. And, it seems that anytime a pedophilia case makes the news, such as the recent Sandusky case, comparisons must be made to Michael who was the polar opposite of a child molester – and who was acquitted because even after decades of efforts to frame him, was found innocent due to sheer lack of evidence.

Who is really “bizarre“? Someone who refused to hurt other people in order to succeed in this world – and in fact worked at his craft all his life primarily so that he could help others — or those who daily make a living by hurting others, including Michael, in order to profit and build careers via manipulation and dishonesty? I’d say the latter are the ones who are not only bizarre, but deeply immoral.

Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music.

-Angela Monet

He tried to keep empty so that he could give us beauty. What do I mean by that? Though it was impossible with all persecution he endured, it was clear to me that Michael would rather write positive, inspirational and hopeful songs than hurting ones — though his hurting angry ones were always what I call ‘teaching‘ songs, such as ‘Why You Wanna Trip On Me‘, which decried all the ignorant greedy obsession the media pundits and government had with Michael’s appearance and with the ridiculous allegations against him, rather than with solving the real problems in the world, such child neglect, war, poverty and lack of education. And it’s a very good question that no one has yet answered. But he did try to keep his psyche clear so that beauty could enter and he could share it in a creative sense without his mind or heart being cluttered with embitterment or anger. And this too, is a certain type of innocence.

What one wishes is to be touched by truth and to be able to interpret that truth so that one may use what one is feeling and experiencing, be it despair or joy, in a way that will add meaning to one’s life and will hopefully touch others as well. This is art in its highest form. Those moments of enlightenment are what I continue to live for.

–Michael Jackson

The most beautiful paintings and sculptures, the greatest poetry, have not always been born from torment or bitterness. Often they have sprung from contemplation, from joy, from an instinct or wonder toward all things. To create from joy, to create from wonder, demands a continual discipline, a great compassion . . . With time and sincerity, you will discover a way to work and write that does not harm you spiritually, that does not tempt you to vanity, that is the deepest expression of your spirituality. You will find a voice that is not your voice only but the voice of Reality itself. . . If you can be empty enough, that voice can speak through you. If you can be humble enough, that voice can inhabit you and use you.

-Thuksey Rinpoche

I think that in this way, Michael did embody the voice of Divinity, Beauty, Reality, Truth. So today I remember Michael this way: in the wise innocence that permeated every aspect of his life and with which he obviously raised his children and worked at his craft; an innocence which those who understood him tried to make space for in his life and in their own – by removing the thorns from the roses so they could be held without harm – the same way those who love Michael will always hold him within their hearts.

He didn’t tell me how to live; he lived, and let me watch him do it.

-Clarence Budington Kelland

©2012 Seven Bowie

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