Wow, so that "leave the handle" lyric makes more sense now
And considering I'd listened to your song twice five minutes before and I was thinking about Carolwood, hmm, would make sense I guess. I wasn't sad at that moment, just kind of thinking about what I would do if I had millions of dollars and that house was up for sale
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... and then that led to thinking how we put so much emotion into a place that someone died, when in reality people have died all over the place. That's why I was thinking of my old, old street and how they probably dragged plague victims down it many years ago. You know... I was just thinking of random stuff while halfway singing alone with the music. And by that point Escape was half over and I turned around and.... :bugeyed (OMG, if that was you, Michael... :doh: Sorry! Oh please come back!
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Yeah, I think from his perspective he simply knows what's going on.
I myself don't put much importance into "places" myself because I really think that certain entities, spirits are more jumping on those they can have (or force) a connection to/with. Meaning a human, alive being. To me it's not so much a certain place or house, more that certain spirits obviously will be eager to to connect with you in certain situations.
Although I do think there are certain preferences. Something silly like a bar for MJ. Things he could never do while alive. Just sitting in a bar, watching the taps.
And driving by North Carolwood twice was just evoking a reaction in me- which maybe in turn let the former inhabitant know, hey there, since you're here and feeling that way anyway...
Oh, was that a ghost? Was that my eyes wigging out? That is the question. I only saw this for a maybe two seconds and nothing clear enough to know who it was. It was like... a pulsing shadow in the form of a person, almost like someone was 'forming' before my eyes but vanished when I turned to get a complete look? And with a definite
feeling like someone was there. Do you ever see "people" (?) out of the corner of your eye and then there's "no one" there? Like that, however much more THERE, lol. I've seen things like this before, but this time... in the middle of the room, just a few feet away, ... whaaa! :doh: LOL :rolleyes2: (Again... Michael, if that was you... oh please come back
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Yes, of course, that whole "out of the corner of my eye" thing used to happen all the time.
A generous teacher explained it (and I thought long and hard about and it simply made sense to me) using the analogy of the conscious and subconscious mind.
Your subconscious mind will only present to you what you supposedly "can handle". I was advised to simply accept in that moment (whenever I sense someone out of the corner) to simply tell myself that
a) it's okay and that
b) someone's just trying to connect. Simply reprogram yourself by telling yourself and your subconscious, it's happening, it's okay.
Next time just simply and calmly tell yourself, yeah, I saw, it happened. Don't look for "explanations" to talk yourself out of it. It happened.
You know that Michael often talked about the power of the subconscious mind?
Geraldo Rivera+MJ in 2005 said:
GR: Do you ever look back and contemplate, oh my goodness, Thriller is the biggest selling musical performance ever, do you ever get your arms around that?
MJ: I try not to think about it too hard because I don’t want my subconscious mind to think I’ve done it all, you’re done now. That’s why I don’t put awards or trophies in my house. You won’t find a gold record anywhere in my house. Because it makes you feel you’ve accomplished. Look what I’ve done. But I always want to feel, no I haven’t done it yet.
Boy do I understand that. For me too. So deep that I could never hope to explain. My heart, my soul... what else is there? Michael is an indelible part of the very core of my being. I can't explain. I love him SO much and for so long, through so much, forever, no matter what and in a very personal way, in a way that as I said... reaches down to the very core of my being. Like an uprooted tree, yes....
It is SO hard to explain but yet we all know what we mean and feel. We're literally heeding a certain call. The nuts who "defended a suspected child mo**ster. (I can't even write that word in connection with Michael)etc.
I know we're all eventually heading toward the same place (in varying degrees) but boy, the pain of him leaving SO prematurely is hard to explain. It will simply seem exaggerated and totally out of proportion to most people, even some fans. I don't even like the word "fan". It simply is a feeling of familiarity and understanding, really just understanding and relating to some of the stuff he went through. And it's certainly not the "I've seen your picture on TV and therefore think I know you" deal either.
To continue Asedora's question, how much SEEN do you mean? I mean like this... there's that moment where you think (even for real) you see someone out of the corner of your eye and you turn and see nothing. Or the little glimpses you get that let you know someone is there, like a sparkle. But do you mean SEE like you'd see ME if I was physically in your house right in front of you? Someone in another thread posted that she saw Michael LIKE THAT, like he was a physical person, standing right in front of her as real as can be for several seconds and then he vanished. That blew my mind. I mean, my mother has seen spirits and ghosts just like that. 100% solid for real. I guess I did when I was little, but I don't remember... I just know the stories. I saw a hand wave in the darkness near my bedroom door the night before my grandfather died in August ... one time I saw a woman in a white dress out of the corner of my eye in our haunted church, I saw that creepy weird black creature thing I wrote about a while back in my old workplace ... but I've never looked directly at a spirit/ghost/apparition and saw that it was them and that it couldn't be my imagination. And I want that, you know. I truly do. I'm not scared (just startled sometimes :hysterical
and I believe it's possible... but nichts. :scratch:
Hm, differs, really. I don't think I'm meant to be a great "seer". I have HUGE issues shutting my mind off, I can literally think down 5000 tracks at once, at the same time I can write a poem and think about music, translating something and dinner. Problem is that that is exactly what DROWNS out the other side. Our thinking must seem so damn loud to them.
So, when I say "and I'll lose you with my thought" it's the thinking. Looking for explanations, looking harder.
For example when I see my grandmother it started with tiny almost black and white pictures, sometimes sepia style- in the end that doesn't really matter. My subconscious just lets me see what I can handle- the person next door might see something completely different.
Michael used to be a teeny tiny image on a certain wall, sometimes dancing (not a routine I've ever seen before), then he became bigger, then in color and now it's more knowing that he is around, although every once in a while I see him walk around. Usually when I do grieve, shed a tear. He's been around when I was on the couch in the middle of the night, crying my eyeballs out listening to some Danny Elfman/Tim Burton soundtrack. It was as if he was putting a blanket on me or something. Sometimes I see a shadow in the car on the passenger seat. I just say hi and tell him something, or sing a song.
I rarely see those that I do see (and again it's more than just Michael although I am certainly more motivated to see him) as lifestyle image, I just don't. Yet it's still very "real". We all can have very different experiences.
Some I just feel around, others you could hear, most I wouldn't want to see.
Sometimes going to sleep becomes difficult when they all start jumping across the bedroom as soon as there is less light, the all of a sudden start marching up and down in front of me. Sometimes Michael will say something RIGHT before I fall asleep, or I have heard beautiful music out of nowhere. (that's mean because they know I would want to catch it...)
One time I stood in bed because I had the distinct image of Pavarotti (I though WTF??? Pavarotti?? :bugeyed) standing in front of me.
To me they seem more like holographic pale images- others obviously have other impressions and it really doesn't matter- what matters is your perception.
All I'm trying to say, don't worry what other people see. You have your perception.
I do have to say Michael NEVER looks the same twice with me. I think he likes playing and loves that he can just look any way he wants to- much easier to do than in life. And I think that's his thing.
Oh tell me about it. Waaaayyyy too many people have had visits from Michael who's clearly not in the physical world like us anymore. It sucks to know, but it's the truth. And yes, they'd think we're nuts, but we've been visited and have some direct personal experience. They watch videos about trashcan pictures taken at different angles and use that as proof. Ok anyway... nevermind that topic ... :girl_whistle:
Yeah, before I get more "reputation points"...:cheeky:, all I wanted to say is how funny it is that both hoaxer and psychic(s) (mediums) consider each totally nuts and off their rocker. That is hysterical. Both sides think of the other one as totally nutty. That's funny.