Sunday, April 21, 2013

Why It's Called the Holy Ghost

Norma Jean Revisited
The 2010 Revelation

"As concerning the rest of the beasts, they had their dominion taken away: yet their lives were prolonged for a season and time.  13. I saw in the night visions, and, behold, one like the Son of man came with the clouds of heaven, and came to the Ancient of days, and they brought him near before him.

14. And there was given him dominion, and glory, and a kingdom, that all people, nations, and languages, should serve him: his dominion is an everlasting dominion, which shall not pass away, and his kingdom that which shall not be destroyed."

Remember the Time...? 

In the midst of a 14 month search for the eloquence of subtle suggestion captured in the every day events of an eclipsed illusion, I find myself with the ever so slight pull to either side of my face. It’s called a smile. As events unfold, the smile widens and it carries the hint of suppressed knowledge. The show must go on. The art of creation has its originator and he has always been in charge.

As the back end of the better half of a performance unfolds before millions, some have eyes to see and ears to hear, leaving others to question the plot. No one can force the awakening of the senses. Some have eyes and ears closed to anything other than their own, self-generated stimuli. The show, after all, has become about them while the star stands beyond the curtain of his Heavenly Haven, awaiting the next cue. Some see the shadow against the curtain. Some see a mirage before it. The star has prescribed their misinterpretation, as it is one of his shields.

The slight-of- hand shell game has not yet seen its last patron. The star, bemused, bides his time. He knows the game of chess and knows it well. After all, aren’t we all pawns jockeying for position before the castle, bishop or queen plows us down in their rush to get to the king? The star is well protected. The players are experts and it will be a long game. The victor will be the creator of illusion, with whom God has been all along, assisting in a show that was, was not, yet is. There is genius stuff going on in the wings that none can see.

The curtain opens. In the din of the carnival grounds, a lone soul walks. She’s been here before. She looks around the dream at people with nothing behind their eyes. She knows her pre-ordained destination and she continues. The two in cloaks following her are not strangers, but they maintain their distance, watching her from afar. They know she knows. They whisper amongst themselves but she has ears that hear, and eyes that see. She is aware they know that she knows. A chess game on a different board. The pieces moving are events in an act that link the scenes on the script.

As the sun goes down the people fade away, one by one. The sun slowly touches the horizon, and soon only three lone entities remain on the carnival grounds. The one with eyes that see and ears that hear, and the two in cloaks who are not strangers and know that she knows.

They follow her through the curtain, but one cannot go. He is defeated before he reaches the veil. Down the stairs and into the room, under the chandelier on which hangs the golden cord. It is there they stare each other down: One fighting for innocence, the other looking to devour it.

The last two chess pieces on the board stand their ground. No checkmate. There is only the golden cord before her forehead as she looks up in acceptance. A moment of uncertainty and he advances, giving her the cue for her to reach up with every bit of faith she has and pull the cord that before was forbidden. The golden cord. The final curtain call.

As she pulls the cord, the curtain falls. Brilliant light overtakes everything, disintegrating the room and the one devouring innocence. Soon his screams disintegrate as well, leaving the one who knows paralyzed and blinded by the countenance of His presence. She is not afraid. Cradled by rapture she is gathered up, feeling neither heat nor cold, hunger nor discomfort, contentment and peace is filling her child’s heart.

Transitional stages of being increases her prescient sense of truth as she is lifted up. She is engulfed by it. She understands the reasons for every delay in the answers. She no longer knows fear, only resolve that truth has always been there like a fortress, and the Creator of all things watches over his children in omnipotent protection, supreme power.

Upon opening her eyes to what was once painful, she sees with the eyes unveiled by worldly burdens she feels, smells, lives for the first time in child-like newness.

The first vision is of the leaves of the vine. She smells, tastes, sees and feels them all at the same time, knowing the leaf on the vine intimately; it moves through her veins . . . the presence of it. The experience is acute, as if this is the first time her senses have really worked.

Next she sees the bird in the tree. The Golden Finch. The fiber of every feather she instantly knows. She hears its heart as if the sound were coming from within her. The bird blinks twice in acknowledgment then flies off. She loves. Her heart is open with free-flowing exchange of energy and emotion . . . the likeness in which we were created, she is now complete.

The star, the King on the chess board, the creator of illusion turns over his crown to the one who gave it to him. As the last enemy falls, he whispers in humble recognition, “It is done and I praise you.” He says. “Thank you for bringing me this far . . . The children are taking it from here.”

The star appears for The Final Curtain call. He bows as they call Norma Jean. Only those with eyes that see and ears that hear will know what has just happened. Only those who knew his heart will understand that he had yet to scratch the surface of his true purpose, which has just begun.

Original posting August 29, 2010


There is a lot of stuff going on in the world right now.  Last night my heart was broken, when I learned that these two boys (one killed, the other one facing an interrogation team without being read his rights) are who the government chose to be the guilty ones in the Boston Bombing.

Glen Beck is preaching Caliphate, Network news covering their “white conservative extremists” stone throwing with “young Muslim extremist” stone throwing, and Obama took advantage of the melee that he oversaw by signing into law with executive orders the very same gun legislation that our congress voted against.

While Obama was signing imperial laws, congress was passing the CISPA, and as I am typing this, my husband showed me this article.  So the witch hunt has begun.  The truth has now become a mark for suspicion.

And as this circus, as someone here on this blog put it, continues, it is now national headlines covering what is going on with Michael instead of headlines about Michael covering up what is going on in national news.

And as far as Michael is concerned nothing has changed.  Except that I’ve had my head spun around a couple of times in the last three and a half years.  However, it is always God that steadies my equilibrium with “remember the time . . .”

And I do remember.  And I remember who started this – with me, with Michael, with life, with creation.

When one of His sheep is in trouble, and their bleating with the anguish of a broken heart reaches His ears, He attends like the shepherd, like the father that He is.  And He not only comforts – He clears the path He put you on.

Many of you newer readers don’t know the beginning of this story, where I got involved.  But as a non fan and distant and occasional admirer of some of Michael’s art peppered throughout my life, his death in 2009 hit me with something I didn’t recognize until later.

In the car the day the news came over the radio, I felt what I had described back in the early days as gears disengaging inside of me.  For the few moments it took for me to come to a red light, I was shaking my head and I did not even associate it with Michael right away (why would I?  I hadn’t paid him a lick of attention in years, and barely before that).

I was not one of those who ever thought he was guilty, that much I did know, in my heart.  But I didn’t follow him so I never questioned why he was so maligned. 

Farrah Fawcett dying the same day also didn’t really ring a bell with me until later.  (I had back when I was still a child, probably around twelve or thirteen had a dream about Farrah Fawcett being killed.  She was dropped by a giant eagle onto the windshield of the helicopter that was rescuing us out of the neighborhood that was being attacked by these things).

After the 4th of July week, when my visiting brother and his daughter went home, a Maryland delegate/ordained minister was bashing Michael Jackson on his facebook page which showed up on my newsfeed.  An anger hit me that sent me commenting “what are you doing?  What do you think you are doing?  You do not know this man, you don’t know what he’s been through!  You’re supposed to be a minister, preaching the love of Christ!  Is this how Jesus would act?” and the rest of it is on that 2010 blog I wrote about this.

That man who is STILL a “friend” on my Facebook page started everything.  He epitomized everything that was wrong not only our leaders but ministers, religion.  This ran through my head at the time.  The resulting and burgeoning conversation under that comment prompted me to get to know Michael.  And the first interview I pulled up was actually the 1996 Wade/Chandler deposition.

When I heard Michael explain to this lawyer, with very direct eye contact how Jesus said to be like children, I fell in love with him.  And I fell in love with him because he loved God, NOT because he was Michael Jackson.

It also began another type of fight – I learned what Michael meant by “Armageddon of the brain.”

We are ALWAYS in the midst of a struggle.  We are either fighting ourselves to get to God or fighting God to get to self.

I don’t want to do that anymore. 

In August of 2009, after weeks of studying and pouring through Michael Jackson’s interviews, cataloging them in chronological order and reading time related press to understand what he was dealing with, I finally watched the full version of the 2003 “60 Minutes” interview with Ed Bradley.

Ed Bradley, even though a bit “nicer” then some of the dragon women who have interviewed him (Crosby, Sawyer, Walters), was still trying to sully Michael’s time with children. 

Michael’s answer to Bradley’s question about continuing to let children visit him at Neverland, Michael replied “I am always more cautious, but I will never stop loving and helping people the way Jesus said to.”

My draw dropped, my face dropped, the tears fell and my heart . . . and that is the day I prayed for Michael Jackson.  And I prayed for God to give me his pain and I asked God to reach back in time and let him feel a little less of it, if it is possible.

When I said that in mid prayer I stopped and gasped because I didn’t know why I prayed for that.  I even put my head back down and asked God if it was sacrilegious to pray for a dead person . . . I felt like the prayer came out of my mouth from somewhere else, but it was in my heart.  I just did not know what I was asking for.  I do now.

That first prayer that day for Michael also taught me about Jesus.  At that moment I understood "that kind of love", and what Jesus meant when he said:

John 15:13
"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends."

The rest of the day, I could not stop crying.  Everyone with this blog from the beginning already knows this story.  I cried all day, I tried to hide it from my husband.  And up until today my husband did not truly understand why I did this blog for Michael.  He supported me most of the time, but at times he was not, and he did not understand it.

That night, after telling my husband I was coming down with a cold (lie!  Red eyes, puffy eyes, red nose from blowing, craggy throat, etc….) I waited until he went to bed, then I let it out again. 

I could not stop crying.  I went to bed that night around 12:30 or 1am.  I laid in bed next to my sleeping husband and I could . . . not . . . stop . . . crying.  So I prayed, with my back to my husband, on my left side.

I began praying, asking God why was I still crying?  Why was I so convicted about this guy?  I didn’t even know him.  Why couldn’t I let him go?  He was just another dead celebrity, wasn’t he?  And the “self” part of this prayer (why can’t I, why can’t I…) turned into a prayer for him.  “Why is it that the bad people always win?  Why did you let them do that to Michael?  Why did he have to suffer?  He talked about you, he SANG to you, for you . . . he was spreading your message, he WITNESSED for you!  Is this how you treat your witnesses?  WHY DIDN’T YOU PROTECT HIM?”

Now, I didn’t yell out loud in bed, but I was yelling in my thoughts.  And the last question ended in sobs.  Within seconds I got an answer.  I felt cool dry air concentrated in the shape of a pair of lips pressing into a very hot and wet cheek just under my right eye on the cheek bone.

So pronounced was this shape and the two distinct lips, there was no questioning what it was.  My eyes flew open and of course it was dark.  I didn’t see anything.  I did however start to raise my hand to touch my cheek but then stopped.  I didn’t want to disrupt the feeling.

The kiss not only calmed me down, it cleared my sinuses.  I didn’t even have to get up to blow my nose after all that crying.  I did smile.  I felt warmed and I said “thank you”.  That was how I ended my prayer.

Although I continued to accumulate information that I gathered on Michael and his past, It wouldn’t be until five months later that I would actually begin putting it into a blog.

Every milestone on every discovery as to who Michael is was painful, was met with attacks and was also met with self questioning and prayer.

Tonight, I showed two people something new that I had never seen in another set of Bible verses.  Until tonight my husband questioned what I was finding and sometimes resented the focus on Michael.  Until tonight.

Another person I showed this to earlier tonight (it’s 12:35am now…) is reading it and re-reading it and although they are having a hard time with it, they are seeing what I saw too.

I will share that with you later.  I still have to write it up.  But the above allegory, which I wrote on Michael’s 52nd Birthday in August of 2010, was also one of those “where did this come from” revelations.

I wanted to do something special for his birthday.  And I was seeing some things in the whole Sony fan groups attacking AEG and I wanted to write a story about what I saw.  What came out of my fingers on this keyboard is still a mystery to me.  And like some of the poems that have come through me, I for the first time understand what Michael meant when he said “I can’t take credit for the songs I write, I’m just the instrument through which music flows….” Or poems, or an allegory.

I finished the story above that August in one furious sitting and I typed like a mad woman.  Sometimes I would stop because the words were coming faster than I can type, the whole idea.  And I would let calm take back over.

When I finished the work, I was breathless, and I didn’t recognize it as coming from me.  But I was filled.  That is the only explanation for how I felt.  I was filled.

The Holy Ghost doesn’t fill us 24/7.  He uses us at the time God wants a work put out.  And it is almost like coming down from a high when He is done with you for the moment (don’t look at me like that, I’ve had pain medication after surgery just as you have…)  The Holy Spirit is what lives in you when you are saved.  The Holy Ghost is God working through you.  The two are mentioned separately in the Bible.

There is no other explanation for my thirst for the Word, and for the doors God has opened for me to see the truth in his Word.

Everything we have studied from the injustice served Michael, to the tortures inflicted by the beast behind our government, the mind control/MK Ultra, the Freemasons, Luciferian doctrine, The book of the law and our DNA, The book of life and the DNA of Christ, the Y chromosome of Christ and the Last Adam, The “Word made flesh”, and the Word being written in our DNA – to this.

We are the body of Christ as Paul says:

"So we, being many, are one body in Christ, and every one members one of another."

With this in mind, every Bible verse in His Book should tell you something.  And you should read it with that in mind.

"Now ye are the body of Christ, and members in particular."

It also uses the word “portion”, we are a portion of God and God’s portion is his people.

"For the Lord's portion is his people; Jacob is the lot of his inheritance."

"Thou art my portion, O Lord: I have said that I would keep thy words."

"And shall cut him asunder, and appoint him his portion with the hypocrites: there shall be weeping and gnashing of teeth."

The Lord’s portion is his people.  Our portion is our Lord, God and we don’t get that portion without coming to Jesus Christ because he is the ONLY name under heaven given for us to be saved (Acts 4:12).

We are the body of Christ.

I have one more film of Michael’s that I want to interpret.  And then I want to show you the Bible verses which turned my husband around.  Then I have a warning for you.  Because the eyes of discernment are going to be necessary and you will not have them without God and you will not have God without Christ.

Bear with me.

Please Watch and REALLY SEE

Every person who’s taken part in this blog – even those seeking mischief, has been used by God in some way, shape or form to steer me, fire me up, help me make a decision or shown me the fruits of their labors, good or bad.  So I can’t honestly say my time has been wasted, even if that was their intention.  So believe it or not, I am thankful that I know who is really in control.

Things are going to get worse before they get better.  I know that.  You need to know it too.  And during that worse time we are going to be faced with the hardest decision of our life.

That ye be not soon shaken in mind, or be troubled, neither by spirit, nor by word, nor by letter as from us, as that the day of Christ is at hand.

3 Let no man deceive you by any means: for that day shall not come, except there come a falling away first, and that man of sin be revealed, the son of perdition;

4 Who opposeth and exalteth himself above all that is called God, or that is worshipped; so that he as God sitteth in the temple of God, shewing himself that he is God.

And Jesus told his disciples AND us . . . the same thing:

"15 When ye therefore shall see the abomination of desolation, spoken of by Daniel the prophet, stand in the holy place, (whoso readeth, let him understand:)   16. Then let them which be in Judaea flee into the mountains:  17. Let him which is on the housetop not come down to take any thing out of his house:

18. Neither let him which is in the field return back to take his clothes.  19. And woe unto them that are with child, and to them that give suck in those days!  20. But pray ye that your flight be not in the winter, neither on the sabbath day:

21. For then shall be great tribulation, such as was not since the beginning of the world to this time, no, nor ever shall be.(Dan. 12:1)  22. And except those days should be shortened, there should no flesh be saved: but for the elect's sake those days shall be shortened.  23. Then if any man shall say unto you, Lo, here is Christ, or there; believe it not.

24. For there shall arise false Christs, and false prophets, and shall shew great signs and wonders; insomuch that, if it were possible, they shall deceive the very elect.  25. Behold, I have told you before.  26. Wherefore if they shall say unto you, Behold, he is in the desert; go not forth: behold, he is in the secret chambers; believe it not.

27. For as the lightning cometh out of the east, and shineth even unto the west; so shall also the coming of the Son of man be.  28. For wheresoever the carcase is, there will the eagles be gathered together.  29. Immediately after the tribulation of those days shall the sun be darkened, and the moon shall not give her light, and the stars shall fall from heaven, and the powers of the heavens shall be shaken:

30. And then shall appear the sign of the Son of man in heaven: and then shall all the tribes of the earth mourn, and they shall see the Son of man coming in the clouds of heaven with power and great glory."

And then this will happen:

"31 And he shall send his angels with a great sound of a trumpet, and they shall gather together his elect from the four winds, from one end of heaven to the other."

We must get through what is coming.  But know that there is so much more for you.

God bless you and thank you for bearing with me.