tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89743795398382953152024-11-05T18:51:27.337-08:00Moments and musings on a spiritual journey of love, light and oneness...BeGodsGlowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06823043137479211524noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974379539838295315.post-34301271117692263462013-05-14T18:50:00.000-07:002013-05-14T18:50:03.746-07:00

I know, Hush, before you speak it, For I've no need to hear What is already told, That I've seen in your eyes, When without a disguise, They've revealed Your soul to mine, I know, Hush, for you need not defend, When you know I am yours And I've already heard, From the earth to the moon, From without and inside, Where we just cannot hide Our innocence From one another, I know, Love. Hush, I

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[Note: Sorry I haven't finished the "Bad Tour" posts! I will, I promise. Just been busy!] Michael, would it be too weird if I wished YOU a Happy Mother's Day as well? You're kind of like my "other mother" (but not in the creepy Coraline kinda way, lol). I didn't begin to realize this until after 2009. I had grown up with you, but I never thought of you as a parent figure. (Ahem, no.... wayyyy

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From the moment I got my ticket, it was far more precious than gold. I looked at it, studied it every day. I had everything memorized. You could have bumped into me in the hallway at school and I could've told you every single detail, from the exact wording to the event code. Even how many asterisks there were between the date and location lines. Seating at McNichols was like this for

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NEXT: Part 2: Countdown to Bliss On June 28, 1987, two months before the release of the "Bad" album, when the airwaves once again were graced with something new and wonderful from Michael Jackson ("I Just Can't Stop Loving You" ~ Finally! Joy!), an announcement was made that would send my life into beautiful new territory. Our local newspaper ran the following article a couple of days later

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  Oh, Michael, All day long, all through the night, Poems to you flow through my soul, Loving you, wanting you, Lost in your beauty and the heat of a desire too transcendent to form words on paper, For my fingers can only trace The sublime of your form, And what sublimity there lives! In effusive worship, all this love, Oh Michael, in any form, let me trace The Divinity

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This month it will be 25 years. Twenty-five years since I've seen you. I'm feeling so sad today. You know how it just rebounds out of the blue and I find myself whining to you all night with tears streaking down my whiny face? Yeah. God knows all about this too. I frequently cry to Her about how much I love you. Luckily, She has the patience of a supreme deity. I hope you have some of it too,

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Change the molecules in my space,  As if they had beheld your face,  Your beauty in that moment would,  Sustain my soul as nothing could,  A moment, space - these notions tire,  My heart burns with an endless fire,  I count this love by years in vain,  For all eternal is your name,  Your image burned upon my heart,  Won't let me be from you

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In the next few weeks I'll be sharing some memories from 25 years ago, when Bad was released :) I plan to write much more, but for now... the day Bad was released! August 31, 1987! This was such incredible joy! If you weren't there or weren't a fan then, omg, you have no idea!  The premier of the Bad short film was that same night! My actual receipt, lol! I bought the LP and the

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Maybe I'm weird (ok, that's a given), but when I was younger, like teens into twenties, I read a lot of spiritually-oriented books and yearned for the one mystical spiritual teacher to appear. You know, some guru figure who knew the answer, whom I could trust and love and feel comfortable with and actually listen to. See, that was the main problem... I've always been far too independent to

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You're not an object, To be bought and consumed, Covered head to toe With everything your name Is stamped upon for profit, It's all so cold. So cold without you. You're not an icon, An emblem or mirage, Assigned corporate meaning, If it serves them to expand The pocketbooks at large, It's all so empty. So empty without you. You're not your things, Auctioned, commandeered, Stolen or won,

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Posting via Major Love Prayer, a group of thousands of fans worldwide who join together at the exact same moment every month on the 25th to "send out a major love!" via a mass prayer/ meditation! Please check them out and mark your calendars! Here's my prayer experience on May 25, 2012 that ended up inspiring this photoshop :) ~ It began with the Come Together Over Michael Jackson intention

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"Holding yours, holding yours..." ♥ Holding Yours ♥ All my excuses crumble, Admitting what I've feared, I love You, I love Him, I love them all! Whoosh.... I am released, Tears with breathless gasps, Like a child unrestrained By the years of faking Those walls around my heart, My hands pressed to the screen, Glowing in the pre-dawn dark, Holding yours, Holding yours, Exhale... I

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I don't feel less loved... It doesn't matter where I live, Or if in poverty or wealth, It doesn't matter what my age, Or if I suffer failing health, It doesn't matter what my color, Or my language, or my race, It doesn't matter my religion, Or the beauty of my face, It doesn't matter if I knew you, Or if I've loved you from afar, It wouldn't matter what I was If I had fallen from a star... &

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What Immortal Unfoldings Lost these days, Oh where are you? "I'm here", my imagination weakly replies. I don't feel the warmth, The electricity down my spine, Or the continuous dialog, Like you're a part of me, I you, One ever-present consciousness Joined as entangled photons, Light knowing light, Drops of rain endlessly falling Into each other... Who is this man, this being, This mystery,

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♥ Tapestry ♥ I am your work, inextricably bound, I have become one with your tapestry, Your golden thread informed the design, And my life has been sewn to yours... Melded... One... I've been entwined, circled and spun, Wrapped in the tendrils of you, As a baby in innocent wonder Coils her fingers around your curls... Around... Between... And all the while the loom in rhythm, Weaving, shaping

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The longing lasts, inexhaustible, eternal... not attachment to be burned through and freed from. Can you extricate me from myself or dissolve that which is the ember placed within by God? "Will you love me?", you asked, tear streaked face hidden beneath hands exquisitely tender and at once embodying a touch for which I so yearned, yet would never partake of, unless given. "Yes, I will

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Oh Beloved, Oh Angel,Let me feel you, breathe you,Know your heart from within,I give you all, all I am,For you,May my soul know the joyOf your love's embrace,Lost in the bliss of your smile,Drowning in the light of your eyes,Hold me, sweet Angel, I'm yours,For a moment, for now, forever...With you.~ © March 11, 2012 by D.M.

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Sleeping, dreaming of space. I'm somewhere near the moon with others, with him. I awaken in bed for a moment, close my eyes and whoosh ... Consciousness contracts into a single point that in once re-discovered I am all, I am free. I am the real me, wrapped in a peaceful cloak of deep velvet blackness, awareness so focused, yet eternal, everywhere, knowing, knowing. "Oh joy!!!" my soul cries. At

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"Who are you, Michael? Who am I? What is this connection?" These questions had been running through my mind again, but the words had special weight this day. I closed my eyes, seeking knowledge within, deeper than my subconscious that I sometimes mistrust. Who can I ask? Who would know? Who have I not spoken to yet? Hmmm. I let my mind drift... I suddenly found myself in a lush valley that only

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Oh Beloved, what joy you bring!I bask in your Light,Obtain your glow,In awe of the grace that I may approach such beauty,Has sunlight seen such brilliance,Have stars beheld such glory,That sparkles yet soft as diamond dewIn ethereal garden's grove?Oh Beloved, flow through me!I surrender as one,Respond to your call,That I may be blessed with sweet communion from two,Have angels known such peace,

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28 YEARS AGO TODAY, on January 16, 1984, a clueless eleven-year-old without MTV watched the American Music Awards and was irresistibly drawn to a beautiful somebody in sunglasses and a sparkly red jacket. "Who the heck is that?!", she asked, bewildered. Thank God she could not escape the sudden onslaught of love's gravity. Here's to 28 years of loving you with all my heart, and eternity before

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A little lighter topic in this post compared to the last one. Well, sort of. It all depends on how you look at it.From the first time I heard this song ("Come to my Window" by Melissa Etheridge) years ago it made me think of Michael. I just love the sense of longing in it, and the lyrics are just right on... oh, how most of us have felt this at one time or another! But now I have an extra cheesy

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Ok, I know I'm 'supposed' to stay more focused on spirit, but sometimes there's such a question to it all and everything collapses back into the Vortex of Doubt. And at those times I find myself crying so deeply, almost begging: "Please still exist. Please still exist. Please tell me I'm not crazy." For I know at those moments that this (your continued existence) is the most important thing in

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This past summer I spent a few days able to really sink into the emotion I felt in 1988 after my one and only MJ concert. I remember vividly that whole precious day. And I remember the dread of the houselights coming back up for the final time after "Man in the Mirror". I left in a daze, a complete love hangover, loving everything and everyone in creation. It was like being baptized in LOVE for

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Our love's an ocean,As vast as space,It has no boundaryOf time or place,You feel its glory,So define it not,Just live its truth,Be what it sought,Our love's an ocean,As vast as space,When you know thisYou walk in grace.Our love's an ocean.It is.~ Nov 4, 2011 ♥ Thank you, Michael

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