From Jul 1, 2009

I think I’ve found it.  Eureeka!

Some folks write autobiographies of their past.

I wonder what happens when you write one of your future?!!?

From Jun 30, 2009

My own energy is continuing to raise.

It’s like watching myself laugh until tears stream from the corners of my eyes.

In a practice that resembles a spell, I surround myself with light.  Love.  Awe.

I’m a big fan.   It feels safe here.

From Jun 30, 2009

I am surrounded with an impenetrable light that protects me from my neighbor’s energy.  I will not allow those vibrations which feel bad to touch my own energy.  I continue to raise my energy, focusing on my intuition and insight and capacity to really enjoy this experience.

Enjoyment.  Awe-filled experience.  Love; all encompassing love that surpasses any other emotion… it fills me.

I overflow with peace.

I have to tell you something.

You’re not going to necessarily like what I have to say, but I have to say it because if you do not hear it from me, you may never hear it.

You have got to stop having problems.  I know it sounds crazy, especially because you’ve never thought about things this way.  Yes, it IS within your control.  I’m not saying you “asked” for these troubles.  I’m not saying that you “deserve” all of them.  However, I do believe that life happens perfectly and that every problem you survive not only makes you tougher, it also makes you smarter.  If you allow yourself to learn from it.

If everything continues to hurt, and you are constantly putting out there that these things hurt, you will only attract your attention to experiencing more hurt.  The truth is that we all hurt sometimes.  It’s sucky at the time, especially if you’re entirely consumed by it.  It becomes less sucky as you move forward, though.  But you will never move forward until you stop holding onto what hurts.

What it comes down to is that every person feels pain sometimes.  Sometimes every person feels pain a lot.  The difference between someone who always talks about it, who is in utter misery, and someone who relishes life is that those who relish it do not allow themselves to spend more time focusing on it than those who do not.

From Jun 27, 2009

Imagine you are a child, growing up with extraordinary talent, but never being given the opportunity to do normal child things.  You never have time to play in your imagination, never reach the normal milestones like discovering that you are a little boy, later going through the motions of learning what it’s like to have boy-girl interactions– or interactions with any other child your age, for that matter.  You never discover your role in the early or late adolescent pecking order, you never get to decide which clique you’ll hang out with– or that you don’t want to hang out in a clique at all.  You do not discover your sexuality nor your self image.  You are told who you are, and in what way you do it.  Imagine that you are pushed and prodded so completely that all of your time is spent honing in a musical talent that nothing– NOTHING in your life matters besides your ability to perform.

Sadly, I’m not talking about only MJ, here.  Every child celebrity goes through this same process, and I believe that it is not only incredibly damaging to a developing mind, but it’s a shame that we as a society endorse this sort of child exploitation.

Yes, I just went there.  Parents who allow their children… and especially those who push their children to become little child celebrities are exploiting their kids.  Children have an innate NEED to have alone time, to go through their awkward phases, to develop friendships naturally without the pressure of constantly identifying with a persona that the masses have created in their own minds about the themselves.   The key to self-esteem is a process of self-discovery, trial and error, and a desire to be comfortable with oneself, regardless of what other people think you ought to be.

I could give you ample examples of how we have wronged these children.  I can illustrate the patterns of exactly how growing up as a child star severely inhibits mental wellness in them as adults.  It leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, yet I realize that how we, the society, are socially may never be conducive for concern for future sacrificed children to grow up in a normal, wellness-inducing environment.  No, we are far too selfish to consider such things.  After all, if we had no child stars to worship, what on earth would we do with our extra time?

Back to MJ.  I believe that the whole child molesting accusation was a sham.  As far as I’m concerned, all that was was a ploy to get a wealthy, child-like man to part with his money.  Twenty million dollars worth of it, for that matter.  For several reasons, MJ was vulnerable.  Not only was he never allowed to develop, as he grew older, he found himself housed in a body that was afflicted with various illnesses that are difficult enough to deal with even if he had been given the opportunity to grow up in a healthy fashion.  He was one of our world’s first extremely famous black performers.  He grew up black before it was considered “acceptable” to be so.  In his early adulthood, even that was questionable, as his skin disease began to redefine his already undefined social understanding of self.  Who was he?  It’s quite certain that this question plagued him throughout his entire life.  He was an enigma, a rarity, a social outcast with popularity and fame surpassed by no one.  Even his family, filled with children who went through the same social training, were not like him.  As time continued, his self image continued to unravel, out of control.

It’s really no wonder the man was in a constant state of self crisis.  Surgery after surgery, treatment test studies that may or may not help him get a solid grasp on who he was to the world, and a constant push to maintain the image that the world held so dearly… it’s no wonder at all that the world had difficulty defining him without silently (or boisterously) declaring him a freak show.  How could he have any sense of self if nothing and no one could give him enough time to discover it for himself?

Early on in my education, I discovered the name of the illness that afflicts those of us who do not see ourselves in the mirror as we really are.  This disorder is called “Body Dismorphic Disorder.”  I don’t believe that anyone who has never experienced this illness first hand can truly begin to understand that when a person with this illness looks into the mirror, they do not see the same person YOU see.  In anorexics, a person can look in their mirror, and all they see is a fat person, even if what every one else sees is someone with skin and bones.  Similarly, I don’t believe that someone who has never been given the opportunity to discover themselves, who has been given the constant battle of identity crises, has any capacity to see themselves in the light that every other person may see them.  The distortion is inevitable, and while in the spasms of grasping for self definition, it becomes easy to see just how quickly a person’s body and mind can deteriorate.

Was he a freak show?  According to our standards, he was.  However, when you consider the extreme vulnerability he was robed with, and the extreme pressure that was forced upon him from early on in life, it’s not difficult to see that his life with us was a clear demonstration of what it looks like to crack within the public eye.  It’s no wonder that he behaved and appeared the way he did, especially in the last ten years.  This, my friends, is exactly what it looks like to deteriorate publicly, even if the last years of his life were spent in isolation.

Many of you may disagree.  If you will, that is fine.  However, I propose that he did not do this to himself.  I believe that WE did this to him.  Maybe not intentionally, maybe not maliciously, but it is the fault of all of us, of this society, for allowing it to happen.  He isn’t alone, either.  There are several other children who we are failing, and who will continue along this path, inevitably flailing to the point that they, too, will crack under the social pressures we’ve imposed upon them.  Our willingness to exploit them will only lead to their own future demise.