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Did MJ Find Love In The Dark (continued)

MJbabe21 said:
Maybe it was better that way, them seperating!! I guess we can say we dont know what happend between them.
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Yeh i think them two together was like having two bombs bout to explode ( im not saying this in a bad way) kinda like u know it gonna happen..but when
 
8701girl said:
I dont feel i belive in dreams any more
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own :hug: Don't think that way! The love overcomes all and he always wins!

ashtanga said:
:hug:

It makes me think of the song "One day in your life." :wub: I love both this song and is one of my favorites. Michael sings with the soul and with such emotion and love. I hear it now! :D:wild:
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WOW!!!

I was listening to this song and "Glory of Love" today,thinking of Michael! "One day in your life" and I would be very, very happy!:wub:
 
I don't know if you found this on the Support Forum, or if you have read it? I'll post it again here. There are just TOO many tears. . . I wrote this only a couple of days. . after. Some of you here seem to be suffering TOO much, at the expense of your own lives and spiritual development? I hope you know what I'm saying . . .that I worry about the living? This is a beautiful thread, but please, also. be in touch with friends, the natural world, and everything else? I know it's difficult, but try to maintain a balance?

Oh, you gentle and loving people, here is my essay:

Finding meaning in tragedy. Please read. Hope it helps The memorial was exquisite, and soul-wrenching. In addition to my own terrible grief about the passing of Michael, I’ve been trying to help so many who have contacted me, wanting to die, not knowing how they will live without him. I have tried to help them, but I feel the grief, too, and have not really had the answers. I’ve done the best I could, and I will keep trying.

But for my own sake, too, I have needed to find meaning in his death. My grief is NOT less than yours. “God wanted him back” is not enough for me. That is too cruel for the living, and for our pain at his loss. “His music will live on,” is too abstract, in his absence. “We will carry forward his legacy?” Of course we will, but that is not enough. I have worked through many possibilities for finding meaning in this terrible tragedy. I think I may have found it, and would like to share it with you. I hope this helps you.

Most of us never met Michael, never had contact with him. Yet in so many ways, he felt like a close family member. Others might not understand, but he was everything to us. A father, brother, lover, and friend. A protector. For some, he walked with them to school in the mornings. For many, he was the last person they thought of at night, and the first they said “good morning" to, upon awakening, even though he was not physically there. He was like a bright light, that allowed us to see through any darkness. He saved some from taking their lives. He was THAT important.

He was someone who understood us – and we knew that -- even though most had never spoken to him in person. His voice had an intimacy where we all felt that he was speaking, or singing, just to us – to you and me, alone. He offered himself up to us. He held nothing back. He gave all he could of his physicality in performances and short films, and in his lyrics and music, and especially of his emotions. He was sacrificial, for us, in that way, but he knew and accepted that. Michael LOVED his fans, more?

So where is the meaning in his death? It is, of course, love, but in a very special way. Not only his love for us, but the love that we felt, and still feel. The FANS knew him best. Not the media commentators, not the so-called biographers, but the FANS. We learned something amazing from him. We learned, from him, how to love deeply, and unconditionally. The meaning is in the love we learned how to feel, for someone most had never met. That love was huge, global, and yet personal. WE are the people who have learned how to love, and we have learned what that kind of unselfish love feels like. We are the lucky ones, to have loved that much? Even in our pain, I think that is his gift to us? To discover our emotional depth?

Our grief is overwhelming, but that is because of the extent of our love. We are lucky, to have had that in our lives. Most people live safe and careful lives, but WE are the ones who gave our hearts away. And now, we bear the pain of the loss. That was always the risk? But, that is better than not to have loved at all? We were not careful. We dared to live and love deeply. How can we bear this loss? I think we can bear it by being proud of ourselves, by applauding ourselves, as complete, and emotional, human-beings who have learned how to love. . . . We have learned something important from Michael. We have learned how to risk to love, that much, and THAT is incredible. It fuels our pain, but can also fuel our survival. Such a love is universal.

So here is what we must do. We must recognize and honor that capacity in ourselves, and then, when we are ready, we must share our gift of knowing how to love that much. We must love our families that much; we must love our friends that much; we must love people across the globe from us whom we have never met, that much; we must LOVE people as we loved Michael, and as much as he loved us. Because, we have already learned how to do it, and we already accepted the risk of giving our hearts away.

We are the ones who love the most. Michael taught us that. And now, it is our responsibility, when we are ready, to share it. Love is profoundly healing, for the world. Your responsibility now, and mine, is to preserve ourselves, to take care of ourselves, and to understand that our great capacity for love is unusual in this modern, media-driven world. When you are ready, your responsibility, and the meaning to be found in this loss, is to share your gift of the capacity to love, that you learned from Michael. I challenge you to do that. I can, and I think you can, too.

peace, and Keep the Faith,

Victoria
 
8701girl said:
:hug: tha
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Thanks, Honey! ^_^

Lully said:
@Tha and @Ashtanga one day who knows ...

I also feel very lack of him :hug:

But... I believe in my dreams!! :wub:
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We need to believe!

ashtanga said:
:hug:

It makes me think of the song "One day in your life." :wub: I love both this song and is one of my favorites. Michael sings with the soul and with such emotion and love. I hear it now! :D:wild:
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Oh, God...I love this song, but it makes me cry! :(

8701girl said:
I dont feel i belive in dreams any more
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We need to believe in our dreams! Is the only thing that we have now...and faith!! Look my sign: "we got have a reason, a reason to believe, a reason just to dream"

"If we all cry at the same time tonight"....Would be our prayers answered? :(
 
Victoria83 said:
I don't know if you found this on the Support Forum, or if you have read it? I'll post it again here. There are just TOO many tears. . . I wrote this only a couple of days. . after. Some of you here seem to be suffering TOO much, at the expense of your own lives and spiritual development? I hope you know what I'm saying . . .that I worry about the living? This is a beautiful thread, but please, also. be in touch with friends, the natural world, and everything else? I know it's difficult, but try to maintain a balance?

Oh, you gentle and loving people, here is my essay:

Finding meaning in tragedy. Please read. Hope it helps The memorial was exquisite, and soul-wrenching. In addition to my own terrible grief about the passing of Michael, I’ve been trying to help so many who have contacted me, wanting to die, not knowing how they will live without him. I have tried to help them, but I feel the grief, too, and have not really had the answers. I’ve done the best I could, and I will keep trying.

But for my own sake, too, I have needed to find meaning in his death. My grief is NOT less than yours. “God wanted him back” is not enough for me. That is too cruel for the living, and for our pain at his loss. “His music will live on,” is too abstract, in his absence. “We will carry forward his legacy?” Of course we will, but that is not enough. I have worked through many possibilities for finding meaning in this terrible tragedy. I think I may have found it, and would like to share it with you. I hope this helps you.

Most of us never met Michael, never had contact with him. Yet in so many ways, he felt like a close family member. Others might not understand, but he was everything to us. A father, brother, lover, and friend. A protector. For some, he walked with them to school in the mornings. For many, he was the last person they thought of at night, and the first they said “good morning" to, upon awakening, even though he was not physically there. He was like a bright light, that allowed us to see through any darkness. He saved some from taking their lives. He was THAT important.

He was someone who understood us – and we knew that -- even though most had never spoken to him in person. His voice had an intimacy where we all felt that he was speaking, or singing, just to us – to you and me, alone. He offered himself up to us. He held nothing back. He gave all he could of his physicality in performances and short films, and in his lyrics and music, and especially of his emotions. He was sacrificial, for us, in that way, but he knew and accepted that. Michael LOVED his fans, more?

So where is the meaning in his death? It is, of course, love, but in a very special way. Not only his love for us, but the love that we felt, and still feel. The FANS knew him best. Not the media commentators, not the so-called biographers, but the FANS. We learned something amazing from him. We learned, from him, how to love deeply, and unconditionally. The meaning is in the love we learned how to feel, for someone most had never met. That love was huge, global, and yet personal. WE are the people who have learned how to love, and we have learned what that kind of unselfish love feels like. We are the lucky ones, to have loved that much? Even in our pain, I think that is his gift to us? To discover our emotional depth?

Our grief is overwhelming, but that is because of the extent of our love. We are lucky, to have had that in our lives. Most people live safe and careful lives, but WE are the ones who gave our hearts away. And now, we bear the pain of the loss. That was always the risk? But, that is better than not to have loved at all? We were not careful. We dared to live and love deeply. How can we bear this loss? I think we can bear it by being proud of ourselves, by applauding ourselves, as complete, and emotional, human-beings who have learned how to love. . . . We have learned something important from Michael. We have learned how to risk to love, that much, and THAT is incredible. It fuels our pain, but can also fuel our survival. Such a love is universal.

So here is what we must do. We must recognize and honor that capacity in ourselves, and then, when we are ready, we must share our gift of knowing how to love that much. We must love our families that much; we must love our friends that much; we must love people across the globe from us whom we have never met, that much; we must LOVE people as we loved Michael, and as much as he loved us. Because, we have already learned how to do it, and we already accepted the risk of giving our hearts away.

We are the ones who love the most. Michael taught us that. And now, it is our responsibility, when we are ready, to share it. Love is profoundly healing, for the world. Your responsibility now, and mine, is to preserve ourselves, to take care of ourselves, and to understand that our great capacity for love is unusual in this modern, media-driven world. When you are ready, your responsibility, and the meaning to be found in this loss, is to share your gift of the capacity to love, that you learned from Michael. I challenge you to do that. I can, and I think you can, too.

peace, and Keep the Faith,

Victoria
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You were so perfect. :wub: Thank you for all these comforting words. I hope everyone here read and all will feel better. :clapping:
 
Wow Victoria! Thanks! :clapping:
I want to keep with me, the message conveyed for Mike ... And I never want to do something that lets you sad!
"I Just can't stop loving you"! :wub:
 
tha said:
Victoria83
Beautiful words. It made me cry ... :(
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It made me cry, too, as I was writing it. I just had to make some sense out of it, somehow, and this is what I came up with. So, the worst pain I feel, is also the most love? They are related, in a sense?

carry on,

Vic
 
8701girl said:
I dont feel i belive in dreams any more
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Me neither. :( The magic died with Michael. :cry: I've been trying to find something that would replace the magic...I've been thinking of travelling, finally going to Paris, because I have always wanted to see it...or New York...or where ever (I can't go to London because everything there would just remind me of Michael. I'd just end up crying if I went there. Maybe some day, but not now. It's too soon.)...But I just don't feel like it. It's like "What's the point? What do I do there?". Or I've been trying to tell myself to go shopping...buy myself something nice...but I can't even get myself to GO shopping because I'm like "What would I do with anything? I don't need anything. I just want Michael back!"

And Vic, great post. Life must go on...somehow.

The worst part is that I don't know if it was good or bad that I saw Michael again in March this year. And so CLOSE on top of that. In a way I am grateful that I was given one last chance to say "I love you" to him before he died (I had a HUGE banner that said "We love you FOR ALL TIME" and he saw it), and that he knew that the girl with the King of Music banner was still his fan and was still supporting him after all these years. But at the same time it makes it all the more difficult to let go. Had I not seen him again after all these years, it maybe would have been a little bit easier to cope with his death. But to have such a HIGH....to see him SO HAPPY...and to be SO HAPPY to see him myself...and have such amazing memories....and then BOOM...you get the ultimate kick in the stomach just three months later that leaves you breatheless and your soul almost lifeless.....It's just not easy. :boohoo:
 
ashtanga said:
Good idea! :wild: I could do that, but I'm terrible with jokes. lol! :D

I know that everything will be fine... It's just a matter of time. :yes:
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Exactly! We need to try to overcome the pain and see clearly!
KEEP THE FAITH!


Time for Joke:

A drunk man comes home 2:00am and his house door is locked, he starts calling his wife

-Opens the door woman

and she replies:

- No, don't you want to stay out drinking? So stay.

and the man cleverly speaks:

- Open the door, please. I brought flowers to the most beautiful woman in the world.

The woman touched, opens the door and he goes in and sits on the couch all dropped, and the woman question

- Huh, where are the flowers?

and the man replies

- Where is the most beautiful woman in the world?

:D lol
 
tha said:
Exactly! We need to try to overcome the pain and see clearly!
KEEP THE FAITH!


Time for Joke:

A drunk man comes home 2:00am and his house door is locked, he starts calling his wife

-Opens the door woman

and she replies:

- No, don't you want to stay out drinking? So stay.

and the man cleverly speaks:

- Open the door, please. I brought flowers to the most beautiful woman in the world.

The woman touched, opens the door and he goes in and sits on the couch all dropped, and the woman question

- Huh, where are the flowers?

and the man replies

- Where is the most beautiful woman in the world?

:D lol
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OMG!!!! :wild: This is the Brazilian way!!! :D:yes:

Thank you for risking a joke. You were very brave!
(It had to be Brazilian! Lol!) :doh:

I hope you will get from some or much smiles here. :D



MysteriousPhoenix said:
^ :lol: Good one, tha!
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Tha, it seems that his attempt was a success. You pulled a smile from someone... :wild:

Very good MP! :D
 
TRY TO REMEMBER

Try to remember the kind of September
When life was slow and oh, so mellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When grass was green and grain was yellow.
Try to remember the kind of September
When you were a tender and callow fellow.
Try to remember, and if you remember,
Then follow.

Try to remember when life was so tender
That no one wept except the willow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
That dreams were kept beside your pillow.
Try to remember when life was so tender
That love was an ember about to billow.
Try to remember, and if you remember,
Then follow.


Deep in December, it's nice to remember,
Although you know the snow will follow.
Deep in December, it's nice to remember,
Without a hurt the heart is hollow.
Deep in December, it's nice to remember,
The fire of September that made us mellow.
Deep in December, our hearts should remember
And follow.

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Just felt like posting that.
 
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