MICHAEL JACKSON: MAYA ANGELOU´S TRIBUTE
The best legacy from Michael to us as humanity will be his visions of the pourpose this world was made to be, and his best lesson to us personally is the urgent need we have of teaching people how to handle power -inner and external-, so that when we receive such souls who are vessels of spirit, they don´t get lost at the end, trapped by such huge light they embody. For it is important to understand that Michael was a dream of his own and yet a collective dream, so we are also responsible of looking in that mirror at both light and dark reflections, this way honoring his earthly mission. Michael now you rest in peace, now you have God to understand it all. Creators belong with Creators. Much love,´Jaguara´.
El mejor legado de Michael para nosotros como humanidad serán sus visiones sobre el prósito para el cual fue hecho este mundo, y su mejor lección a nivel personal es la urgente necesidad que tenemos de enseñar a la gente a lidiar con el poder -interno y externo-, para que cuando recibamos este tipo de almas que son receptáculos del espíritu, no se pierdan al final, atrapadas por la gran cantidad de luz que encarnan. Pues es importante entender que Michael fue un sueño propio y a la vez un sueño colectivo , así que también somos responsables de mirar en ese espejo tanto los reflejos luminosos como los oscuros, honrando así su misión terrenal. Michael ahora ya descansas en paz, ahora ya tienes a Dios para entenderlo todo. Los Creadores pertenencen con Creadores. Mucho amor, ´Jaguara´.
"WE HAD HIM", by Maya Angelou
Beloveds, now we know that we know nothing, now that our bright and shining star can slip away from our fingertips like a puff of summer wind.
Without notice, our dear love can escape our doting embrace. Sing our songs among the stars and walk our dances across the face of the moon.
In the instant that Michael is gone, we know nothing. No clocks can tell time. No oceans can rush our tides with the abrupt absence of our treasure.
Though we are many, each of us is achingly alone, piercingly alone.
Only when we confess our confusion can we remember that he was a gift to us and we did have him.
He came to us from the creator, trailing creativity in abundance.
Despite the anguish, his life was sheathed in mother love, family love, and survived and did more than that.
He thrived with passion and compassion, humor and style. We had him whether we know who he was or did not know, he was ours and we were his.
We had him, beautiful, delighting our eyes.
His hat, aslant over his brow, and took a pose on his toes for all of us.
And we laughed and stomped our feet for him.
We were enchanted with his passion because he held nothing. He gave us all he had been given.
Today in Tokyo, beneath the Eiffel Tower, in Ghana's Black Star Square.
In Johannesburg and Pittsburgh, in Birmingham, Alabama, and Birmingham, England
We are missing Michael.
But we do know we had him, and we are the world.
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