The below letter, I have had brought into Michael's physical resting place. I love to post it here and there - in the hope that Michael reads it (again)
Dearest Beloved Older Brother, Beautiful Michael,
Do you remember, some years ago, in “MCOL meditation” I asked you for help to write a letter for you? I didn’t plan to ask you about that. But seen in retrospect it was because I thought the only one who can express my feelings for you in a sufficient way, is you. I am a writer, Michael, and I use to be good with words. But when I have to explain what you mean to me, when I have to put words on my gratitude towards you – none of my words are adequate.
So please know, you shining comet, that whatever words I use in this letter are only faint shadows of how I really feel. And they still are…
Of course you didn’t tell me how to thank you and express my love for you. You simply smiled and said:
“Should I really help you writing a letter for myself?” As I got embarrassed that this question came out of my mouth you quickly calmed me down: “Just listen to your heart and you will do well”.
This is probably what I want to thank you for the very most: You have taught me to listen to my heart. Michael, you have been in my life always. You are the guiding glow that have always brought me light and love, when I found myself in dark and unfriendly situations. And you have done that in so many different ways. In the end of the day, however, all your varied ways of leading me in the right directions came from one source: Your inner core of love. Your heart and soul. Your LIGHT.
I sometimes tell people: “Listen to that voice. It comes from our united, primordial source of love. Michael is the only one who have given that source a sound”. Or: “Look at him. The rhythm is in him and he is in the rhythm. He dances the primordial dance of our united ongoing creation”. And this you did – and do, beloved brother, because you always listened to your spiritual heart and expressed this heart in arts, singing, dancing, music and different deeds and activities to Heal The World.
I must say that it breaks my heart - time and again – to know how much you were and are misunderstood. It brings me into pain and tears to witness the witch haunting you had to live through. And yet, to raise my head and dry my eyes, I only have to think of the dignity and grace with which you carried your burdens.
Your quiet self-respect and soft stateliness with which you endured your pain is a shining example for us all to follow. How did you do, Michael? Before I have finished asking this question, I hear you sweet voice in my inner ears: “I relied on my spiritual heart – on the divine spark in me that unites us all”.
Oh, wow, Michael. You are not only a heavenly artist. You are also a divine sage; a spiritual teacher. However, you are a quiet one. You don’t blaze forth with triumphant trumpet fanfares to proclaim that “Here comes the truth”. No, you let your younger sisters and brothers find the messages in your numerous works themselves - and in their own ways and paces.
I know that what I personally see in your works are only my subjective understandings of it all. However, my dearest, beloved brother: I bow to you in my deepest respect and I thank you intensely from the bottom of my heart that I have been shown just a little touch of your teachings: Through your beautiful heart and eyes of ancient wisdom, I see the love that holds All There Is together in our united and ongoing creation. I see the love that brings clarity to the mists of oblivion, presence to the Beginning of All Times and Future into our Now.
Thank you, Michael.
Michael, I also think with love and compassion about Prince, Paris and Blanket. As well as I do think about you mother, your father, your siblings and other loved ones. I want you to know, dear one, that we are many souls who send your loved ones love, prayers, light and healing every day. We all hold you and your dear ones in the light every day. And I am honoured to work together with likeminded every day in order to spread your messages of L.O.V.E and of healing The Planet Earth.
Finally, I want to tell you how your music and dancing brings me joy and happiness every day. The very sound of your beautiful voice makes my heart sing and the image of your moving body brings my own vibrations into a life-loving rhythm. And your eyes and smile, Michael. Never have I seen anything more beautiful. The sight of your smile warms my heart and soul more than anything. It has done so always. And it will continue to do so. Forever.
I wished I could say something really poetic and beautiful. Something that could take away your breath just as your beautiful soul makes me breathless many times a day. But I don’t have words that are adequate for what I really want to say. Please know that when I say I love you it is not just words. You are my eternal kiss of life, my shooting star in our endless space, my beats in our universal heart.
You will never cease to bring light into this world… I love you dearly,
Betelgeuse