Wednesday, September 4, 2013

Magical MJ ONE

“I always want to do music that inspires or influences another generation. You want what you create to live, be it sculpture or painting or music. Like Michelangelo, he said, “I know the creator will go, but his work survives. That is why to escape death, I attempt to bind my soul to my work.” And that’s how I feel. I give my all to my work. I want it to just live.” ~~~ Michael Jackson
MJ One is an experience like no other; just as Michael Jackson was an entertainer like no other. Where Immortal started the rolling wave of excellence to honor Michael Jackson and his legacy which has traveled around the world... MJ One catapults it to a whole new dimension. I’ve heard it said Immortal was like the MJ ice cream and cake and MJ One is like a super sized serving with sprinkles, whip cream and cherry on top. 

There is no way I could ever explain or break down this show song by song. Nor would I want to as it’s simply an adventure that truly needs to be experienced personally.

Every time I’ve attended, which is four times now, I’ve seen and experienced something new from different areas of the theater. As with all Cirque Shows it is changing, evolving as a living thing, creatively growing each time. This fact is so reassuring to me as a huge MJ fan because we all know Michael was a perfectionist. The fact that Cirque du Soleil continues to listen, digest their own creation and change it for the better on a continual basis gives credence to the fact that they highly respect the genius of Michael Jackson and his artistry.

 When the fans were asked to attend the show and write a review I was absolutely thrilled and honored. Having already purchased a ticket for the MJ One early show and MJ pre-party birthday celebration in Vegas I now would also be attending the very special second show.
Special Birthday fluorescent MJ One ticket
I had two tickets for the second show and for me it was imperative I needed to invite someone special. I prayed knowing that God had someone in mind for that assignment. I felt it needed to be someone who had not seen the show yet... so they could share this first experience. I wanted to watch the expression on their face as MJ One touched their senses for the first time. I really had no idea what God had in store. I waited for weeks to ask someone and then the doors opened and I knew who would be my special guest... Michael Kiss (MK). A very long time fan of Michael Jackson’s, also an MJ impersonator who is performing in Vegas at the V Theater, a member of the Michael Jackson Fans of Southern California (MJFSC) Face Book group and more importantly a friend. He happily felt very blessed to attend the second show with me.  



At the first show God blessed me as a gentleman from the UK sat next to me. He had traveled from London just to see MJ One. A very long time, huge, die hard MJ fan he expressed as I have so many times, “I was never able to see Michael Jackson in concert when he was alive. This is the closest I will ever come to that. It is second best but it helps ease the thought that he is no longer with us.” 



I began this journey as I do all my Michaeling adventures with eyes and heart open wide and great expectations. As has been my experience since Michael’s death special things happen... one just needs to remain open to God’s plan. Many times I have written about and expressed the Lord’s touch on my life when it comes to Michael. I’ve had so many experiences where I end up meeting someone who knew Michael or going somewhere I had not intended on going... led there... dare I say by Michael. The brush of an angel’s wing and I am suddenly speaking to someone who worked with or knew Michael. In every instance it always astounds and amazes me. You would think I’d get used to such happenings by now; however like a child at Christmas each time is so exciting and I’m just simply blown away.



This particular Michaeling adventure started at the airport. Sitting quietly alone in the terminal thinking about how unfriendly airports can be. They are filled with so many people yet very few talk or interact. Each person in their own world, traveling, focused on getting where they need to go. Almost everyone is on a phone or ipad or listening to their ipods with personal, invisible, protective barriers set in place. The young girl in short shorts (do they even call them that anymore?) across from me listening to her ipod gets up and leaves her seat empty... another young girl looking very much like her and also listening to her ipod takes her place... then she too leaves. A man pushing a wheel chair takes her place. The gray haired gentleman wearing a nice brown tweed suit and blue A’s baseball cap reminds me of my dad. I look at the man maneuvering the wheelchair as he sits across from me. He is wearing a comfortable track suit, checking his phone and I confirm to myself that I must be loosing my mind, that I’ve obviously completely MJ’d out. Wondering if I am outwardly mouthing the words, “Wow... he looks very much like Travis Payne.” Then I think to myself... take a picture and look again. So I take an unauthorized picture of this unwitting stranger and he jumps up and wheels the gentleman away. I think again to myself, “You idiot now you’ve done it. It was Travis Payne and you made him uncomfortable with over the top fandomness"... but then I think... "Nawh get over yourself... that couldn’t have been Travis Payne anyway.” 

He talks to the flight attendant at the desk and glances back at me as I pretend to take pics of the airport flight sign like any real touristy, tourist would do... right? Maybe that will cover the fact that I snapped a pic of him on the sly like a stalker paparazzo. I decide I’m out of my mind for both sneaking pics and thinking it is Travis Payne and toss the camera back in my purse. He then returns to the same seat across from me and parks the chair next to the end facing me. I can’t help but look straight at him... giving a curious glance... making eye contact... and then he smiles. Yes that smile! It is definitely Travis Payne. ‘The’ Travis Payne that all MJ fans know who traveled, performed and created with Michael Jackson on such a personal level for so many years. I smile back and say, “Hello. Are you going to Vegas?” He responds with a nod, his eyes lighting up as he says, “Yes and you?” My mouth is moving as I speak and words come out but I’m not sure it’s me talking... I mean what are the friggin’ chances of sitting across from Travis Payne and his father? I hear myself excitedly respond, “Yes. MJ One!” He says, “Oh yes I’m going to see MJ One too.” I blurt out, “Yes! I know you ARE!” I mean where else would he be going on MJ’s birthday... right? He smiles big and introduces me to his father, “I’m taking my family too. This will be our first time to see it together. There will be seven of us. This is my father, Dr. Payne.” He graciously introduces me as an MJ super fan who is keeping MJ’s legacy alive. I am so honored as he hospitably pats the seat between him and his dad and invites me to sit between them and chat. I readily accept the offer feeling like I’m talking with old friends. Travis is such a kind, sincere and generous hearted person with the fans. He truly has learned so much from Michael... or maybe it just comes naturally for him. After meeting his parents I do believe the later may be the case. Although so many times I’ve met those who worked closely with Michael and they are so down to earth and kind. You can see why Michael was so comfortable with them.

As conversation proceeds I learn his father is a huge music fan and has an entire basement lined with vinyl LPs of all types of music. So many genres and musicians you could not begin to list them all. We begin to talk about the surround sound chairs and music immersion of the MJ One theater and his eyes light up as he shares about his six speaker surround sound in his basement. Clearly Travis has inherited his father’s deep musicality. I just know I need a picture to document this moment in time with these two beautiful men. So I enlist another traveler who has been observing the unusually friendly airport scene and he happily obliges. 

I am caught off guard when Dr. Payne kindly asks me where I am from originally and I share, “California... but I moved all over as my dad was a big part of NASA. I am a NASA brat.” Normally when traveling it's all about Michaeling... fans don’t take the time to learn too much about one another as we are busy sharing the latest Michaeling adventure. I know this is something I am guilty of. The warm feeling of Dr. Payne’s genuine interest reminds me this must change. Then Travis asks where I’ll be sitting at the show... I tell him and add, "I’ll look for you and say hello to you and your family or at least wave hello... if that is ok.” He warmly responds, “Absolutely! Please do.” Then as I reach out to shake his father’s hand good-bye Travis says, “Dad doesn’t like to shake hands. He likes to hug.” I happily ask if I can hug him. He nods responding with a jovial, “Of course you can.” I proceed to hug my new found friend, Dr. Payne, expressing a heartfelt, “It was so nice to meet you.”  Travis is so kind and eloquently charming just like his father. Then as it’s now time to board we move from our seats toward the boarding tunnel. I am traveling to Vegas on board with Travis Payne and his lovely father. Surreal doesn’t begin to explain the feeling as I wonder silently, “If this is how my trip is starting, dear Lord, what will be next?”


The MJ fans who have taken advantage of the special offer from Mandalay Bay for Michael’s 55th birthday receive a special gift bag with each room. In the gift bag is a surprise invitation to a Meet and Greet in the MJ One gift shop with Joe Vogel, author of "Man In The Music." We are surprised to learn Matt Forger, Michael’s private music engineer for many, many years is also there to meet fans. Then as the doors open we move inside the lobby for delicious cupcakes and a celebration of what would have been Michael’s 55th birthday. There are many present who worked with Michael for many years. So much talent is present and so much respect for Michael. Present for the fans to greet and talk with are John Branca, Jamie King, Greg Phillinganes, Rich and Tone Talauega and Travis Payne. Many pictures are taken and autographs given. It's such a delight to talk to these amazingly talented people.
 
The show, MJ One, is simply that magical place I never want to leave.... if only it could be the never ending journey
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The music first of all is absolutely amazing... ALL Michael Jackson... thanks to the genius of Kevin Antunes and his respectful sensitivity to handling and mixing Michael’s voice, music and songs. There has always been a therapeutic healing in Michael Jackson’s music that reaches souls from the smallest of children to the oldest of adults. Kevin Antune’s has blended the songs so well you just drift effortlessly from one MJ hit song and back to another. The joined forces and amazing artistic creation of Cirque’s Welby Altidor along with the highly energetic, creative talent of Jamie King incorporate all eras of Michael’s long career. Also the amazing co-choreography talent of Travis Payne and the brothers Rich and Tone Talauega bring respect and homage to MJ covering decades of sharp, signature dance moves, music and creativity. They all have the absolute highest respect and love for Michael Jackson and readily will tell you it is their honor and privilege to bring credit to him on all levels. I’m so surprised to know that the Talauega brothers remember me from the BAD 25 premier in Hollywood. In talking to the brothers again at the birthday party they emphatically shake their heads in assured confirmation that they would have it NO other way than to show absolute respect for Michael and work for excellence in his memory. This is always a joyful conversation with any of these talented artists. Knowing that MJ’s reputation and legacy are safe with them is very affirming. Also very reaffirming is to see and hear from John Branca and Karen Langford that Michael’s legacy is in tact and guarded. Knowing they protect Michael’s legacy for his children is very reassuring. 


The entire phenomenal cast of MJ One, from Mother Earth to the acrobats and the pole dancer who takes pole dancing to a whole other artistic level in Dirty Diana.... everyone... they all defy description. The mind boggling circus sights and acrobatics of the Cirque cast as they fly through the air over the audience on ropes, giant rubber bands and trampolines; as well as beautifully choreographed MJ moves of the dancers are transformative. It is just the most perfect melding of all that was Michael and the art and joyful fun he loved. Watching them defy gravity as acrobats light up and moon walk down the walls, magically glide across the stage or float above you literally lifts your spirit with restorative energy.

There are gasps, cheers, oohs and aahs, spontaneous bursts of applause for most all the songs... the energy is high... very high. At the end of the first show the gentleman from the UK sitting next to me openly shares his awe and wonder and ecstatically proclaims while shaking his head in disbelief, “I have traveled all over the world to see the most incredible shows and I have to say this is the first time I have EVER experienced literal snow falling in the audience. Combine that with Michael’s appearance as a hologram, just everything else, along with Michael’s music... this has to be the best show I’ve ever seen!”



The sights... the sounds mesmerize with the ‘Magic that is Michael Jackson’ as his music and voice tenderly grip your inner child and take you out to play on a Michael journey where only the sweet innocence of Michael’s creative inner child could ever take you. No other artist has ever been able to personally touch so many on a global level with his voice and music, reaching deep into their inner core. Michael’s music is a personal experience felt with the aid of total sound immersion from 5,500 surrounding speakers. You not only feel it... you live total spontaneous immersion in the MJ One theater which also includes personal speakers in each seat. You can’t help but breath in the feast for the senses, visions dancing over head and flying through the air as the sound envelopes you. MJ One is simply a phenomenal, rejuvenating and euphoric experience.




Even before the music, dancers and acrobats fill the theater for the special birthday show we are led into MJ’s fantastical wonderland enjoying his fun sense of humor as the misfit actors in the show mess with the audience pretending to steal seats and the paparazzi sneak up and take pictures. One audience member, a lady who is targeted by the gang of red coated pap poses like Marilyn Monroe and flaunts it for the cameras... playing back to them. The audience laughs and applauds her. Then just as suddenly the same actors who were messing with the audience are on stage and the show begins.

Our seats are in the most advantageous place so far, right in the middle of the front section, three quarters up from the stage. Far enough away to see all that is happening around you and close enough to see details on stage. I mention this because the fans continue to ask where the best seats are. These are them! Although I have to say there are seriously NO bad seats in the MJ One Theater. 




As we watch the pap & misfits messing with the audience the long row of seats next to me remains empty. Memories of the surprise at the Staples Immortal premier flutter through my mind when I realized I was sitting next to the Jackson brothers and right behind Chris Tucker and his son. Glancing over I see Travis Payne entering with his family. His dad is right next to him. I’m thrilled to see his mother is also with him now. I look at MK and jokingly say, “Wouldn’t it be amazing if Travis came and sat in these empty seats next to me.” MK responds with a nod back toward Travis and his family as they make their way down the isle toward me. Sure enough Travis moves with his father down the isle and sits smack dab next to me, leans over and with a knowing grin says exactly what I’m thinking, “God is good!” I wholeheartedly agree out loud with him, "Yes He is!" Then he motions to his dad, “Look Dad, here is the lady we met at the airport.” We all smile and say hello again and this time I’m also pleased and privileged to meet Travis’ lovely and gracious mother, Inez.

The show begins... Dr. Payne is bopping in his chair to the music. He definitely feels it. Both Travis and I laugh in agreement... we are feeling it too. The energy level beginning to amp up. To begin to describe MJ One in detail is a disservice to anyone going to see it. First I would not want to ruin the experience for you; however beyond that it is just indescribable and MUST be experienced.


There are many favorite highlights in the show for me.... the acrobats who burst onto the stage for 'Smooth Criminal' and the perfect amazing lean. 'Thriller' is one of my favorite sequences and very much incorporates the audience as the dancers fill the isles creeping along, falling from the sky and ultimately there is an army of creepy ghouls doing the Thriller dance everywhere. The energy is incredibly intense and uplifting eliciting thoughts of how utterly amazing Michael’s personal performing energy must have been, as I’ve been told it was many times the energy of MJ One.

Another amazing act is 'Human Nature' as a dancer who seemingly boneless performs an incredibly fluid routine, clearly inspired by Michael Jackson. Each song and act a burst of sensory immersion therapy! However the literal gentle snowfall during 'Stranger in Moscow' is a sensory delight as the cool snow flakes land and melt on my face and hands and the MJ One program which lays across my lap.


The second show I sit between Travis Payne and Michael Kiss (MK). I had warned MK that it’s a very emotional show so he came prepared with a pack of tissues. As soon as the first beat hits Travis is moving in his seat... it simply just in his DNA... so many years touring, working, creating with Michael Jackson... the moves, the notes, the words are in his blood. It was so surreal to sit next to Travis and hear him Wooooo and Ooooo and point at the precise time during ‘They Don’t Really Care About Us’ and ‘Jam.’ Incredibly surreal to see him dancing along in his seat with the dancers for 'Beat It' and 'Black or White'. He is impressed by the incredible skill of the Cirque trampoline acrobats, yelling out cheers and then leaning in to explain his cheering. He exclaims with a huge smile of absolute joy, “What you just saw... that is entertainer’s envy.”

The laughter and cheers turn to tears during 'Thriller' and 'Man in the Mirror' where the hologram bestows the misfits with magical dust and then turns into a young MJ. Travis dabs his eyes with the tissues I pass between him and MK. Some routines and songs are clearly more emotional and moving for him holding so many memories of years spent with Michael on stage. Although there were so many stunning moments the incredibly moving hologram during 'Man In The Mirror' is the highlight of the show for me.



I knew once Travis sat next to me he would be the true test for me about the hologram. As with anything for Michael since his death there has been controversy and the hologram has been no different. I really try to stay away from all controversy and trust the Estate will not allow anything to be done that would not be in excellent taste. True to this standard I was reassured at my first viewing of the hologram they again had not let Michael, Michael’s children and mother, or the MJ fans down. I personally always wanted the hologram, for me as for millions of others who were not so lucky to see Michael perform in person it’s the very closest I’ll ever come to seeing Michael in concert. For me it is mystifying, magical, and affirming that many around the world continue to be blessed by Michael’s magic. I have felt that magical dust over me in the many chance meetings with MJ's colleagues and friends over the last four years. Tears flow here, tissues are passed again. The show moves on but for me the hologram is absolutely the pinnacle! MJ One would not be the same show or have the same magic without the hologram... it is simply beautiful... just so magical... SO Michael.

My feelings are confirmed as Travis emotionally dabs his eyes. 

MK who sits to my right is overwhelmed with tears. He loves Michael Jackson and respects him so much. I am so happy he is able to share these moments with me. He laughs at the shenanigans of the actors with the moving glittery glove that has a mind of it’s own. He gasps, cheers, claps and tears flow. I pass the tissues from MK to Travis and then back again many times. At one point I’m crying too. Who could not cry sitting between these two men experiencing this. So I grab a tissue too and dab my eyes.


As the show ends and we rise out of our chairs I say good bye to Travis’ father, Dr. Payne, and mother, Inez. Then feeling a kindred soul experience ask Travis if I can hug him, without hesitation he says, “Absolutely!” We give each other a giant bear hug. I feel so blessed to have experienced this night with him. I have held my program in my lap throughout the show allowing the snow to dry on it so I can literally save the memories and ask Travis to sign it. He is happy to oblige as I whip a handy sharpie out of my bag and he smiles and nods approvingly at my preparedness. Then as we turn around suddenly he is swamped as audience members realize who he is. Well they also could have gotten a big clue when he flew up out of his seat to dance at the end of the show or during TDRCAU pointing to the heavens with huge spontaneous OOOOOoooooo at just the precise moment. I too along with others could not contain myself to stay in my seat and needed to jump up, clap, dance and yell. Then truly that is what the life blood of MJ’s music does to us who live it... love it. How amazing to be standing and cheering for Michael on his birthday with both Travis and MK. There was no need to ask Can You Feel It? The evidence was everywhere... the LOVE was everywhere. We miss you Michael! We celebrate you Michael on what would have been your 55th birthday. The world will never be the same... but we... those who love you will continue to keep your legacy alive... your L.O.V.E. alive.
 

Vegas Morning Blend TV interview with Travis Payne:
http://www.vegasmorningblend.com/videos/219302081.html

Not MJ One but truly a glimpse of the best in the world talent and energy which had to rise to MJ's level in any performance. Travis Payne right there at the top. Wonderful interview of Jamie King Creative Director of MJ One:

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

♥ Make That Change: Honoring the Man in the Mirror ♥



CALL TO ACTION - MICHAEL JACKSON FANS WORLDWIDE
Inspired by MJ's golden, unlimited heart of giving
Michael's Heart and Michael Jackson Fans of Southern California
are very honored and pleased to join in this global effort.
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                        ♥ Make That Change: Honoring the Man in the Mirror ♥

Many Michael Jackson fans have seen the videos, Make the Homeless Smile. The individuals who made the videos are asking people to shun the latest insignificant trending topics. Instead, they ask that individuals create meaningful social experiences, such as making the homeless smile. In the videos, people from all over the world gave food and clothing to the homeless. The anthem for the first video is Hold My Hand as the gentlemen behind the inspiration of Make the Homeless Smile hand out food and clothing to the homeless which is followed up by the second video set to Man in the Mirror as videos from around the world show people ''making the homeless smile' with their generosity.

The video has provided inspiration for many of Michael’s fans. As we all know, helping those less fortunate was a core belief of his. Michael Jackson did not just sing about social issues such as homelessness, poverty and hunger, but he made a difference in countless people’s lives by donating whatever he could to help them.

We believe that there would be no better way to honor Michael, than to make the homeless smile on his birthday, August 29. We are asking that if fans are able, to hit the streets of your area, and personally donate to those living on the street, and record it. These donation videos, from around the world, will then be compiled together to make a video similar to the Make the Homeless Smile video.

Here’s how you can help:

1. Pledge your participation at the Make that Change pledge site
2. Organize a Make that Change team in your hometown
3. Decide on those items you want to hand out. (Personal care items, clothing, food)
4. When donating to the homeless, please make sure to ask permission to film or photograph them. It is imperative that the less fortunate are treated with courtesy and dignity. Remember that this is not about filming, but rather helping the homeless.
5. We understand that everyone is not able to donate due to financial hardship or disability. By posting this to your site, Facebook page, blog, etc., you are helping to spread the word and doing your part to help make that change!

We encourage fans to record or take pictures their experiences and submit the videos to makethatchange4mj@yahoo.com. Let’s all do our part to honor the legacy of the greatest entertainer and humanitarian to ever live, Mr. Michael Jackson.

Please remember this effort is a global Michael Jackson fan effort. We must unite together and make that change to honor the man in the mirror by healing the world!

 

  

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Saturday, July 20, 2013

♥ Neverland 2013 ♥


Bittersweet June... a time of reflection. This seems to never change... like the peeling of the layers on an onion different levels appear as the years tick by without MJ here on earth with us. 

Seems odd to some, who haven’t taken the time to know Michael Jackson, that so many around the world still love him so deeply but to us who have delved into this most interesting and beautiful man’s life and work... who are inspired by the life he led... who have embraced him, his philanthropic heart and his musical artistry deep in our own hearts... to those of us who live his music and his words... it makes perfect sense. 



I have tried to shake this feeling about Michael... telling myself, “It’s been four years now. It’s time to let go... time to move on.” Sometimes even hoping for a personal Cher, “Snap Out of IT!” slap moment. Yet it never comes... Michael is deep in my heart and soul. So even if I left the MJ fan community as I’ve come to live it since his death, Michael’s inspiration would still be in my heart and life forever... in a way he never was before. God has placed me on this path and opened my eyes to so much. Sadly, the bittersweet fact is that my life is changed for the better because of Michael Jackson’s death. It is so like Michael Jackson to keep giving good out into the world even in death.

The thread of love continues to grow. Every year I’m blessed and honored to meet more and more beautiful people because of Michael Jackson. The LOVE for Michael keeps him ‘alive.' The LOVE from Michael continues to grow, weaving an invisible golden-threaded tapestry around the globe, connecting hearts, lives and people everyday. 

In spite of the evil which tried to destroy Michael and continues to dish it’s twisted sorted $$ lies to the mindless public what has become so very clear is that LOVE rises to the top. All the rest... is meaningless. The true man... the beautiful soul God created and filled with more talent than seemed humanly possible for one person will prove to be the Michael that the world will long remember.  



This year’s June anniversary, this entire year, was especially difficult for me. This is why I haven’t written much of anything for my blog in quite awhile... the emotions out weighed the words until today. I truly wondered if God had taken the desire to write from me. Physically and emotionally I was not up to the celebrations. Everyday was like, “Draggin’ yourself out of bed” as MJ said to Michael Bearden in regard to the music for Smooth Criminal in TII. Many events, many fans coming into Los Angeles from all over the world filled everyone’s schedules full and for me resulted in a schedule with events and plans for 13 days straight and no energy to carry them out. Although I must say the joy of meeting sweet friends was like a wash of cool, ocean waves over the pervasive shroud of gray covering my heart. Embracing those in person that I’ve only known via Face Book is a joyful tonic like no other.  The only time I ever felt truly free of the heaviness was in the occasional embrace of beautiful friends or when surrounded by MJ’s music and voice at Westlake Studios and during musical sensory immersion at the Cirque MJ One show and after party in Vegas. It was in these moments alone when the long fingers of MJ’s affirming, life giving music literally wrapped a healing touch around my lagging spirit... filling me with joy.



I realize now why MJ separated himself from his family and the world and spent long amounts of time dancing, singing and literally completely absorbed in his craft. Transforming, uplifting, spiritual music brings joyful, invigorating life and all the worries of life are left behind. No one can touch those moments... or take them away... they are God given. He shared those moments with us, the world, the intimate time of healing with the creator of his gift of music, art and dance. There are many spiritual Christian hymns that make me feel the same way, which bring spiritual healing. In these moments the Spirit of God lives in the notes and words. They too are a God given blessing... anointed. Yes, Michael was anointed predestined by God to share his gift of artistry with the world in a way no one had ever done before. As Michael himself said many times... his musical creations were from God. He never failed to point to God as his source. I believe this is why his music continues to lift and heal the hearts of so many.

Yes this June the schedule was packed; however there was one event that I looked very forward to and knew I wouldn’t miss if humanly possible... most especially if God was on our side. I didn’t know how I could help or how it would unfold but I love those type of plans. If it’s God’s will... it will happen... do the foot work and God’s puzzle pieces all fall into place. We should all live every day that way.



I was first approached by Mark in April, 2013 in a private message asking if I could assist with his plans. He and his girlfriend, a dear friend of mine, Rachael, were traveling in June to Los Angeles for Michael’s anniversary and he had very special, secret plans for her. It was clear he had thought a great deal about what he was sharing with me. I could feel the nervous excitement and anticipation in his request. I was happily and obligingly sworn to secrecy.




Mark and Rachael, a simply beautiful couple, had met many years ago brought together by their love of Michael Jackson in London as MJ fans. They both attended MJ fan rallies and concerts. Rachael was a strong defender of Michael and Soldier of LOVE, as was Mark, a huge MJ fan and a very artistic, talented dancer as well. Michael brought them together; however life separated them. Michael’s loss brought them back together again reconnected in a new and wonderful way. What is so amazing still to me is how Michael’s LOVE grows daily in the most touching, unexpected ways.



Mark has an unmistakeable spirit of appreciation for others rarely seen in today's world. He exudes gentle charm filled with genuine politeness. Not only is he outwardly handsome and beautiful his humble, considerate spirit warms your heart, bringing grounding consistency, lighting up any situation. His deeply engrained trait of steadfast caring and affability is a true treasure. This runs deep in his soul as his bright, white smile beams forth with genuine, heartfelt tenderness. God has gifted him also with the heart of a helper. He shows sincere caring always alert to the needs of others, jumping in to help without being asked. A ‘man’s man’ as they say and also 'woman’s man' too as is evident in the gentle way he treats Rachael and her children. Deeply artistic he thrives on expression through dance and music... thus his love of Michael... his inspiration. He too has had his share of troubles in his life... but as I’ve said LOVE rises to the top. Mark is just that... Top Notch... the cream of the crop. His outward charm and handsome features only grow stronger as you get to know the caring and genuinely kind man inside. Mark's eyes reveal a lovingly, strong and steadfast giving spirit ... so unmistakably Mike Like. 



Rachael is a sweet, enchanting, gentle soul. Her sweet, heady laughter and youthful spirit are in complete opposition to her strong determined nature. She is a force to be reckoned with when she sets her mind to something. She is beautiful and quirky and wonderfully unique. God broke the mold with Rachael. She surprises me every year on her visits to the U.S. from the UK. Her love for her children, family and MJ run very deep in her veins. They are her life blood. Even at first look there is no mistaking her unique, natural, artistic expressiveness. A woman who wears her heart on her sleeve in the most childlike attractive way taking Michael’s love of Peter Pan to heart in her life. Her outward beauty and look of youthfulness are misleading to her age. She has also had her share of pain in this life... however again LOVE rises to the top. Rachael is a survivor and I can identify with her so well... I love her... she is my dear friend. It’s easy to see why Mark has fallen helplessly in love with her as well. They are simply the most gorgeous couple. A perfect match. I am elated for both of them, so blessed to know them and be a part of their lives. I feel like family with them, their protective big sister ready to move mountains for them if need be.


So it was... on the morning of June 23rd that I gathered festive libations for the day and drove to pick up the MJ crew for the drive to the Neverland Flyover 2013. As with most of my plans during June this day's schedule morphed and grew a life of it’s own. I originally was driving four of us; however the group happily and without too much added effort easily grew to seven. If there is anything I have learned while Michaeling it's ‘Let Go and Let God’, schedules are just made to be laughed at and there is always room for one more... well... until you run out of seat belts. 




Very Mike Like Bronze sculpture found on Ventura Blvd.
Marcela and Rachel at Hayvenhurst gate
Susan at Hayvenhurst gate
With a full carload of happy, unsuspecting occupants we began our journey to the Santa Ynez Valley. It seemed at every turn someone asked if I could do something for them or stop here or there over the weeks of June and although I was very tired I tried to oblige where I could. As it turned out on this day all was possible including an unplanned side trip to the Hayvenhurst gates. The guard even opened the gates for us affording us a good long look at Kenya, Michael’s chocolate Lab and gift to his children. She happily wagged her tail hello to us. She is such a beautiful, sweet girl. Then there was a quick stop on Ventura Blvd. as bronze Neverland type statues were spotted while I was searching for the freeway on-ramp. Sometimes I find the best things when I’m lost. The day before even with GPS (don’t ask me how that happens but it always includes laughter) I was lost while searching for the rent-a-car place and much to my complete amazement found Center Staging Studios right in front of my eyes. Center Staging Studios is where MJ last recorded and I had often thought about searching for that particular MJ spot. Yet without planning and as a result of helping out friends in need there it was with no effort at all! A really nice Michaeling perk overshadowing the frustration of being lost which had finally set in.

No matter the shift in plans at every turn I kept in the back of my mind Mark’s request. Knowing it was of the highest priority... above all else I had a mission... a quest to get him and my lovely, unsuspecting friend, Rachael, to the gates of Neverland by dusk. Michael’s favorite time of day. Rachael had no clue of any plans, as far as she knew she was the one taking Mark on a very special first helicopter ride over Neverland and to visit the Neverland gates for the first time. Little did she know what was in store. 



First on the loose agenda was the Heli Flyover, each of us set to fly in groups of three on our flights. Our scheduled time was ticking by closer and closer as traffic held us up. We stressfully forged through bumper to bumper L.A. freeway traffic. It seemed everyone in L.A. and the San Fernando Valley had decided to go to Ventura Beach via the 101 Freeway on this lazy overcast Saturday. I affirmed to myself and out loud to others that everything happens for a reason and took long slow breaths to try to relax against the time crunch. Finally in Ventura literally hundreds of cars lined up to get off the freeway for a day at the beach. Breathing a very large sigh of relief that I wasn’t one of them on that crowded beach the road opened up and we flew by them all on toward our destination, Santa Ynez Airport. 



We could relax now moving more easily with the flow of open road. As we looked to the left ocean waves lazily washed upon the sandy shore under the overhang of misty clouds. The sky still overcast  was a good sign that our hold up was for a purpose. Heli flights in cloudy weather are not as mesmerizing and afternoon skies over Neverland are usually always clear in the summer.

At a certain point in the journey with the vast horizon on our left stretching seemingly forever out over the deep Pacific I like to listen to a CD a friend of mine made of Michael talking. His beautiful speaking voice in a collection of speech excerpts, amidst a back drop of several of his songs. Susan popped it in and Michael’s voice filled the car. As usual it was very emotional, touching each person’s heart in a very personal way... resulting in very few dry eyes. No matter how many times I listen to his voice on this journey along the shore somehow it always has the same effect on me. Always it seems the perfect place to listen to his inspirational words. Those words that encourage each of us to bring just a little more LOVE into this world. 



For many in the car this was their first Neverland Flyover. It is always so exciting to watch the bliss and euphoria on the faces of the flying new-bees. For me this was my third flyover and although I knew what to expect it was as always just as magical the third time as the first.




Basket Ball Court Neverland Logo
Pic not from flyover - credit unknown - night picture in Fall

Each flight over Neverland I have searched for something special. The first flight spotting and discovering the Memorbilia House on the hill where Michael kept many of his honors, plaques, gold records and award statues. He didn’t like to keep them in the main house so he stored them in this three bedroom, ranch house on Neverland property as well as many other warehouses. The second flight gifted me with the close up sighting of the spectacular Giving Tree. I will never forget it, sitting so stately at the end of the bridge and spotting Michael’s platform which still remains snug in it’s branches. This flight, the third flight, my desire was to spot the Neverland Basketball Court with the Neverland logo of the little boy sitting on a crescent moon painted on the court. We flew over the property three times peering down into Michael’s magical world. Sadly the rides are gone but the grounds are pristine, restored as if waiting for their return one day. The fountains were not on for this flight as they had been the previous year yet the lake was just as beautiful and enchanting. I also had a deeper feeling of sadness this time that I have not felt previously... there it was again that shroud of gray. Shaking it off I continued intently searching for the basketball court to no avail. Finally letting the gray take over I settled into acceptance this time may not result in my discovery of a new special Michael place at Neverland. Quite possibly it was hidden by trees around the house area. Then just as I decided to enjoy the rest of the ride unfettered... no sooner than I’d surrendered the search... there it was! Right there before my eyes protected from the afternoon sun... the basketball court lay just nestled up against a wall protected from the afternoon sun... which might explain why the logo is still in such terrific shape, unless it’s also been restored as so much of Neverland has been. It was hard to tell which... but there it sat just along the road leading out to the rides and the petting zoo. It was much further from the main house than I had anticipated. Joyfully I realized I had been looking in the wrong place. Yet before the flight was over, and those flights seem to always never be long enough, we never want them to end, right there like a gift out of no where... it lay before my eyes. I could see Michael playing around down there... in my minds eye... and wondered how many times Magic Johnson, Kobe Bryant or Mike Tyson or any of Michael’s other friends or cousins played around on that court with him. My mind drifted thinking about how incredibly giving and generous Michael was with his precious home, Neverland. How notorious he was for letting his friends use and fully enjoy Neverland while he was away on tour or working. How many people allow others into their homes in such a way? No one I know... especially such an incredible home? Michael was generous to a fault... too trusting... too caring if there is such a thing... Michael was just that. Sadly it was just that amazing quality that opened his life and home up to greedy, users, liars and manipulators. Oh... if only we could turn back time...


For me at that point the Heli trip was complete. Settling in, no picture taking needed as I’d taken pictures on previous flights and just wanted to relax now, drink in the flight and view of Michael’s most beautiful, magical home of LOVE. I regret not capturing a pic of the basketball court. It all just went by too quickly. Neverland is truly such an incredibly gorgeous, enchanting oasis... there again comes that shroud of gray. If only things had been different Michael might still be living there today in the home he created. I wondered about his daughter, Paris, who is hospitalized and deeply misses her father... and if the world would ever leave Michael’s children alone long enough for them to live their lives and fully heal from the loss of their father. I wondered if they would ever move back to Neverland as I pictured them all happily playing on the grounds of Neverland together. All these thoughts circled in my mind and heart and with a heavy, ‘time will tell’ sigh... I surrendered it all to God in a silent prayer. All I know is that LOVE rises to the top.



Soon each of us, like Peter Pan and Tinker Bell, had taken our joyful, magical flight in the clear blue sky over Neverland. Some were speechless as they tried to assimilate what they had just experienced. Some were giddy, talking away. I however was mostly quiet or talking to myself quietly about time management. Compartmentalizing as I knew 'dusk at the gates' was the end game plan... and I needed to make that happen for my dear friends.





Most definitely on my list of ‘To Do’ items was to show my band of merry men... errrr... ahhh... MJ friends... quaint Los Olivos with the flag pole literally in the center of town. The town down the road from Neverland where MJ had shopped and walked the streets so many times. Just as if planned that way it fit just perfectly with the 'gates at dusk' plan. Yes, God was in charge and it seemed to be falling into place. Not even an accidental bashing in of the license plate on the rent-a-car hindered us, as both Mark and I worked feverishly with the aid of the J. Woeste, Phillips-head, screw driver to pound it back into a flattened state. Smiling as we worked (well mostly Mark worked & I supervised) and conferring on the 'dusk at the gates' plans... we both looked at one another not knowing what was in store and shrugged. His nervousness did not seem to be assuaged by my, “You will know the right moment. God will show you.”



Like kids on an adventure we were all anxious to see the magic of J. Woeste Nursery. Although most had no idea what I was talking about when I attempted to explain where we were going... and after only a few words all that can really be said is, “You’ll see.” This magical escape truly fails description... a waste of breath really to even try. Only your eyes and senses can explain a trip here. I simply LOVE to see the look on the faces of those who enter these gates for the first time, to hear the astonished, gleeful gasp as they take in their first visual and sensual experience behind the gate as it opens and another world envelopes them. 

Thus here we enjoyed the late afternoon cool of the day, bathed in the warm, yellow-amber tones of the sun as it sank into the horizon of pale blue California sky. Here through this portal of fantastical escape from everyday normal life, surrounded by the winding paths of succulent heaven, we lost ourselves, strolling the seemingly endless enchanted paths, investigating every nook and cranny until finally emerging at the front gate where giant wind chimes hung in the ancient Eucalyptus tree. The heavenly sounds engulfing us as we posed for a group picture. Then with the license plate flattened and reattached, none the worse for wear, and a hearty, smiling, “Thank you!” to our host at J. Woeste we reluctantly pulled ourselves away from this fairyland, and set out into the quaint and quiet town of Los Olivos. Here we walked the country streets looking for a place to eat dinner. It was late and not much was open as Los Olivos rolls up it’s welcome mats early everyday even on the weekends; however we were blessed to find a coffee house with minutes to spare before the registers closed. They were still serving a light dinner of small personal pizza and soda. Most everyone decided to try Root Beer and the reactions were very funny. Some not liking it so much and wondering who would ever want to drink that stuff? Some feeling it was a great U.S. treat reveling in getting their hands on an ice cold bottle of the rich brown beverage. With dinner complete and unbeknownst to most in the car enough time was purposely passed to just make a slow drive down the road to arrive just before dusk at the gates. We all situated ourselves back into the SUV and moved on down Figueroa Mountain Rd., Michael’s road to Neverland...
just there... the second star to the right.

Upon arrival at the gates the merry band piled out of the car to the sounds of, “Oh my God... we’re here! We are actually here! I can’t believe I’m actually here at Michael’s Neverland gates!”

I parked the SUV in a place where I don’t normally park, knowing I needed to have handy and quick access to the hidden ice chest in the back while they all wandered the peaceful grounds at the gate and along the fence perimeter. I could feel Mark’s nervousness. Again privately I nodded encouragement whispering, “You will know the right time.” I was worried my anxiousness and whispering too would give things away. However there was no clue in Rachael eyes as the presence of the place filled her heart. She decided instead of visiting close to the gates she needed to be away from the many who were visiting this day. In search of some quiet, alone time Mark and Rachael began to walk down the road. Mark gave me a look of, “What should I do?” I shrugged as I glanced at the sun sinking in the afternoon sky and said a quick prayer, “Ok Lord, you know the desire of Mark’s heart. If this is meant to be then You make it happen.” It was at that exact moment as I fiddled in the ice chest a car pulled up along side me and stopped. A smiling familiar face said, “Hello! How are you?” I was utterly amazed... again as if it was planned just that way. I quickly relayed the plans for dusk. His face beamed and with a giant grin he said to me, “Follow my lead. Just get them back down here... now.” 






So I urgently waved for them to return to the gates and swiftly confided my secret to Marcela and sent her scurrying down the road with Susan to gather them both back to the gates. At their urging Mark escorted Rachael back to the gates trying not to answer her many questions about why. The gates opened and I led Rachael forward. Mark stepped inside looking VERY apprehensive as if he was experiencing an out of body surreal like state. I thought maybe he was going to need to pinch himself at any moment to see if he was dreaming. Rachael excitedly asked me, “What is happening? I don’t understand. What is going on?” I gently guided her by the arm calmly saying, “Shhhh... it’s ok... this is for you.” Nodding yes and directing her inside, “This is all for you. Step inside.” 

There just inside the gates Mark gently, lightly pulled her by the hand to him, then retrieved the ring box from of his pants pocket where it had been safely hidden all day. Here in this moment, this place and time with the giant Sycamores and ancient graceful California Oaks that have witnessed centuries of history on this land a silent hush fell over Neverland. The trees whispered a soothing song in the gentle breeze urging Mark forward. Everyone’s eyes were on him attentive, listening, no one breathing. Just listening intently to hear his words. He began to pour his heart out to her. His love overflowed...  words overwhelmed him. He had told me so many times he needed to be on one knee when he proposed to her as he wanted desperately to fulfill her life long wish... yet at this very moment he seemed frozen. Rachael was shaking like a leaf in the wind unable to comprehend what was happening. Then in sudden realization as she saw the ring box she nervously laughed and chided him, “Well, get down on one knee.” Assuring her he smiled and dropped to one knee, opened the ring box which contained a very special ring especially engraved with "Neverland", looked into her eyes and found the words deep in his heart as he told her how much he loved her, ending with the words which completed the magic of the day, changing their lives, “Will you marry me?” He took a huge breath as she said, “YES! YES!” Then he slid the ring onto her finger and they kissed. Everyone even those not in our group were watching and enjoying the amazing moment. It was magical, memorable and so incredibly beautiful! The very first proposal at Neverland gates. Yes... God always makes a way and LOVE always rises to the top! 


Of course there is one red rose in full bloom!


Pictures were snapped and much joyous celebration took place as I pulled the chilled champagne from the ice chest and laid out crackers and cheese and fruit plates. The happy couple made a special engagement toast with my family’s special silver goblets that have been used for several generations of marital and anniversary celebratory toasting. It seemed appropriate for them to use them as I feel they are so much a part of my family now, my sister, my brother. Champagne and raspberries and special pics together at Michael’s front gate just at dusk when the light is so special.
Yes... Michael’s magical, favorite time of the day... the perfect setting for engagement pictures.

Our loose plan was to wait until dark to view the Super Moon. To see the view Michael would have seen from his property in this corner of the earth. On this particular night coincidentally, of all nights, the Moon was the closest to earth. The biggest and brightest moon of the entire year. A Moonwalker, special engagement gift to this very special couple. However just like most of my plans... this one morphed as well. This night, the Super Moon night, most unusual for summer it was an extra breezy, very cool night which delivered a layer of foggy, low clouds not normally seen so far inland during June. As a result we couldn’t see the moon at all. However it didn’t dampen our spirits after a very beautiful, fulfilling day. By this time I could finally take a deep breath. I had completed my main mission for my sweet friends, now able to just relax before the adventures of what would be a hectic coming week filled with many MJ events. However for now things were calm... I reveled in the glow on the faces of all my friends. Thanking God to be apart of this special day.
 Yes for me the most important mission was now over. She said, “YES!” Mark and Rachael were simply beaming... clearly floating in a world all their own. Mark had given her the most memorable proposal any MJ fan could ever want... a day they will both cherish For All Time.

It was difficult to pull ourselves away from the peace, joy and new found memories of Neverland’s gates; however with no sight of the Super Moon we needed to move on, embark on the long journey home. We all took one last look at Los Olivos twinkling in the night as we turned left off Figueroa Mountain Rd. We traveled through the night toward home, a quiet satisfaction filled the car. Lost in our own personal thoughts it wasn’t long before the country road Michael traveled many, many times lifted us up out of the Santa Ynez Valley to the bluff over looking Santa Barbara. It was here the giant, silver moon rose before us in the sky and shined magnificently down upon the Pacific to our right. Much to our elation and joy it was now crystal clear... only wisps of clouds remained here and there. The glow of the moon on the clouds lit them up like tufts of cotton candy in the dark sky as the Super Moon like a beacon in the night guided us on our path homeward. The giant moon shined so incredibly bright on the still ocean water it was as if a mirror shined back providing the view of two Super Moons. Simply Magnificent! I had to pull over a couple of times for pictures and just to drink it all in. It was simply breathtaking! The most spectacular sight of the moon I’ve ever seen on a most special day. My life has been connected to the moon in many ways as my father worked for NASA and I grew up focused on the journey to the moon during the Space Race of the ‘60s and the first men walking on the moon. Then of course with MJ our Moonwalker and now this beautiful, remarkable memory added to them all. This day never to be forgotten with some of the most wonderful and lovely people God has brought into my life since Michael’s passing. Only God could have provided this day so perfectly. 






Yes again Michael’s wish coming true... his wish that all men and women would be united in LOVE on this planet. In our MJ community which wraps its loving arms around this globe this happens every single day. For those of my friends who don’t understand why I can’t give up my Michaeling and MJ celebrations... or maybe just for that part of myself that wonders why... THIS is why... the awe and the wonder... and the LOVE. Here in this vehicle traveling south along the California 101 freeway with the Super Moon as our guiding light, shinning ever so bright over the Pacific I am at complete peace as I listen to the “Oooohs” and “Aaaahs” and the joyous laughter and conversation of those in tow...


Marcela, Rachel, Kathy, Mark & Rachael, me (Betty), Susan
... Mark Anthony Anderson and Rachael Foster, the lovely UK couple I was so blessed to be apart of their engagement plans and whose love for one another was simply effervescent and overflowing. I am so very happy for you both. Also Susan Brookes my sweet, gracious friend and MJ room lover from the UK whose enthusiasm for all things Michael is so contagious and love of animals so inspiring; sweet Kathy Beaudoin from Canada whose face glowed with pure joy and magic the entire U.S. trip. Then of course glowing and simply stunning Marcela Torres from Argentina who literally radiates a natural, sweet spirit of LOVE for everyone she meets and finally Rachel Gillard-Tew from New Zealand who showed us all what pure bliss and rebirth looked like as she found her true self on this journey to America.

All but two of you I met in person for the first time this June yet felt I’d known you all for a lifetime. We are connected... we are bonded. God bless everyone of you and thank you for including me in your plans this year. Your open hearts and compassion helped lift the pesky shroud of gray in my life. A Big Thank You for sharing and gifting me with these moments and these adventures and a BIGGER congratulations to our engaged couple, Mark and Rachael. May your dreams all come true and may you be blessed with a beautiful life together. 



I’ll be expecting an invite to the wedding... wink ;)



Saturday, July 6, 2013

My Dove of Love's Grandson - "Ben"





Niko, my hunter kitty really loves Susan. I mean he adores Susan!!! The first place he wants to be when Susan visits is in her lap. He also seems to know my love of Doves is shared by Susan. Soooo to our absolute horror and amazement, as I was hands full and busy on the phone with the rent-a-car company, Niko proudly pranced in the house and deposited a gift for Susan. He caught a beautiful, shimmering, taupe Morning Dove and with great pride dropped it on the carpet at her feet. The poor little bird which we immediately named, Ben, was in shock. Attempting to flap his wings for a frantic escape from the jaws of death.

He was just a baby, which the incomplete ring on his neck revealed. The ring becomes more prominent as they grow to adulthood. Susan frantically gathered up the Dove to safety from Niko's darting lurches... although it was a present he just couldn't help himself... you could practically see him drooling as he eyed the poor little thing. She nurtured the frightened bird peacefully cupping him in her hands with soothing strokes protected on her lap. After the initial shock of our new visitor wore off and a bit of discussion about how shocking it can be for them to be so close to humans I carefully took Ben, carried him to the back yard and gently released him near the ground to see if he could fly free. Niko had not only shocked him but we were afraid his right wing might be damaged as well. He floundered in the yard unable to fly. Carefully I retrieved him from the ground as he clumsily attempted flight, regathered him, cupped his soft feathery warm body in my hands, speaking comforting, calming words and prayers over him. Although he was frightened he readily settled into our cupped hands with no fight, a peaceful assured look in his eyes. It's a strange unnatural feeling holding a wild animal so close. Yet it seemed he sensed he was safe, protected and loved for the moment.



We then walked up the street to the Rec Hall area, here there are large grassy, protected areas where he would have more room for release. There too he was free from Niko's hunting skills. Sadly he was still unable to fly and only seemed to want to rest so we gently laid him in the grass under a palm tree, stepped back observed for a moment or two and then gave him to God, returning home to finish preparing for our Michaeling adventure for the day. However as we left we just couldn't rest easy about Ben so we decided to make a u turn and return to check on him. As I turned the car around toward the Rec Hall there in the street was yet another dove walking right before the car in the street. His sister? His mate? This has happened to me before. Seems they know my car and keep an eye on me. LOL This little dove walked there before us and then lifted in flight toward the roof of the Rec Hall.


We parked, climbed out of the car eager to see how Ben was. He was fine... still resting, regaining his strength in the safety of the grass under the tall palm... but it was hot so we decided he needed to be in the cool of the garden or he would bake in the hot sun. Also Niko had not been gentle with his right wing and we feared he may not be able to fly again... and there were large black crows gathering close by in the grass. So we moved him, placing him in the cool of a garden alcove. As we drove away the healthy Dove flew over as if to say thank you.

Very early the next morning after a long Michaeling day and night, while I was still sleepy and very groggy, Susan who was on UK time couldn't sleep and walked down to the Rec Hall to check in on Ben. She returned home with the news that he was gone... no longer in the safe, cool protected garden. Thankfully there was no sign of feathers or harm had come to him. Our hearts lifted as we hoped that he had rested, recouped and flew away free. To our joy and utter delight not much later as Susan was enjoying the warmth of the Southern California sun she loves so much out in my back garden both doves flew into my Giving Tree and spent some time cooing a warm, friendly thank you.

Thank you God for healing Ben's wing and enabling him to fly free again.

Hopefully Niko will now leave the Doves alone. Please Niko you are a very good hunter but... PLEASE NOT THE DOVES!!!



Read more about the history of the Dove of LOVE:
http://mjbliss.blogspot.com/2011/05/dove-of-love.html