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Magic and soul...by TSEliot9
Travelling so much has helped me grow.Yet I`ve been to the same towns many times,but this time,I found Magic.
For many of the MJ followers,Guadalajara has been an issue concerning wether he left LA to land there and then to a place with no name. Maybe a Heaven he retreated to that he designated years before,within his real life,not the created artistic one as Neverland,in my opinion,his quiet way of healing the hearts of Children and a resemblance of Disneyland without the commercial end of it,(nor the deadly investors that own it) but in our Freudian eyes of always pinning others to sexual actions,only turned into a morbid issue of a very intellectual and unique man.
Guadalajara is the land of the Mariachi,or beautiful churches and tiny hidden towns full of bugambilias.
The simple life of these very nice people show a quality of honor and respect few actually have in Mexico. Staring at the beautiful colours of the flowers made me believe in the magic that somehow,some intellectuals in the world still survive until this day,including Mr. Jackson. We are not alone,within the horror and the hatred,within bullies and mobsters and system and manipulation. We still have a chance.We can still share,We are alive.
What saddens me is still this terrible manhunt I watch online. Dame Elizabeth Taylor left quietly,and has been forgotten.Some even had the nerve to tell me they wanted to see if MJ appeared at her funeral.
My question is? WHY? Fame? money? morbid thoughts? curiosity? the need to know? Why can`t we as a race respect the wishes of a person? and i`m speaking of everyone,each one of us living on this Planet. Have we no respect?
We pry into other's bussiness,we judge how others live,we poke into family values,not to help,but to then have something to tell us that we are right and they are wrong,while knowing for sure,that the way we live is totally wrong.
The need to cover our faults. I`ve felt that for 38 years,giving excuses about how i handly my life affairs,endlessly blaming other for the lack of my own resposibility.
Michael Jackson opened a can reality for many of us. I`ve gone through anger,to hatred,to frustration,I`ve cried for hours,thinking how can someone be so good!so smart!so ironic yet kind,so angry yet still,honorable. I usually want to scream and hit something when others hurt me.
This great lesson is something I believe the MJ community should learn. Not the mind games,not the shadows,but the way to live being truthful to ourselves,and living in kindness and respect to others. Creating spaces for children and keeping our thoughts green in spite of the hurt things can inflict upon us.
This is my pattern of thinking after looking at the endless yellow,pink,red and orange bugambilias. Thinking is Michael had crossed Guadalajara or not,and smiling at imagining him in Mexico,eating tacos and thinking about the land of the Mariachi. And smiling his big smile at everyone who had the joy to catch the glimpse of a very special person.
Travelling so much has helped me grow.Yet I`ve been to the same towns many times,but this time,I found Magic.
For many of the MJ followers,Guadalajara has been an issue concerning wether he left LA to land there and then to a place with no name. Maybe a Heaven he retreated to that he designated years before,within his real life,not the created artistic one as Neverland,in my opinion,his quiet way of healing the hearts of Children and a resemblance of Disneyland without the commercial end of it,(nor the deadly investors that own it) but in our Freudian eyes of always pinning others to sexual actions,only turned into a morbid issue of a very intellectual and unique man.
Guadalajara is the land of the Mariachi,or beautiful churches and tiny hidden towns full of bugambilias.
The simple life of these very nice people show a quality of honor and respect few actually have in Mexico. Staring at the beautiful colours of the flowers made me believe in the magic that somehow,some intellectuals in the world still survive until this day,including Mr. Jackson. We are not alone,within the horror and the hatred,within bullies and mobsters and system and manipulation. We still have a chance.We can still share,We are alive.
What saddens me is still this terrible manhunt I watch online. Dame Elizabeth Taylor left quietly,and has been forgotten.Some even had the nerve to tell me they wanted to see if MJ appeared at her funeral.
My question is? WHY? Fame? money? morbid thoughts? curiosity? the need to know? Why can`t we as a race respect the wishes of a person? and i`m speaking of everyone,each one of us living on this Planet. Have we no respect?
We pry into other's bussiness,we judge how others live,we poke into family values,not to help,but to then have something to tell us that we are right and they are wrong,while knowing for sure,that the way we live is totally wrong.
The need to cover our faults. I`ve felt that for 38 years,giving excuses about how i handly my life affairs,endlessly blaming other for the lack of my own resposibility.
Michael Jackson opened a can reality for many of us. I`ve gone through anger,to hatred,to frustration,I`ve cried for hours,thinking how can someone be so good!so smart!so ironic yet kind,so angry yet still,honorable. I usually want to scream and hit something when others hurt me.
This great lesson is something I believe the MJ community should learn. Not the mind games,not the shadows,but the way to live being truthful to ourselves,and living in kindness and respect to others. Creating spaces for children and keeping our thoughts green in spite of the hurt things can inflict upon us.
This is my pattern of thinking after looking at the endless yellow,pink,red and orange bugambilias. Thinking is Michael had crossed Guadalajara or not,and smiling at imagining him in Mexico,eating tacos and thinking about the land of the Mariachi. And smiling his big smile at everyone who had the joy to catch the glimpse of a very special person.