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My dear friend,

thank you for finding your way to my blog. I see your problem. It surprises me that I do, but I actually really see it. Others came to me here and told me how much they wished to be married to me and I kept telling them that there is a huge difference between marriage and being a fan. Please don’t get me wrong. Being a fan is by no means less precious. It’s just very different. My wives had to deal with a lot of things. I was never an overly patient and understanding husband. Being Michael Jackson was a burden as much as it was a pleasure and I often didn’t understand why my wives couldn’t support me in a way I thought they should have. I guess I forgot every now and then that ‘even’ although they weren’t Michael Jackson, they were also great people, great personalities with their own needs, doubts, fears and hopes. Being my wife was never easy. I think I always demanded too much. I probably learned that from my father. How a wife should be. It hurts to say that.

Being my fan also wasn’t easy, but simpler in a way. I’m sure you, like many others, were very well aware of my good sides. And it certainly wasn’t that difficult to block other sides out. Especially if they maybe weren’t as public as they are now. At the same time, no fan ever knew me. Truly me. Michael me. They always saw me through the veil I myself created for them. And believe me, I loved that. I loved to be loved by them without having to prove or even to be much more than who I wanted to be.

I think the only people who knew me very well and who I also treated with the respect they deserved, were my very close friends. Maybe, this is a little solution for your problem. Be my friend!

Love, Michael

Of course! Always!

And even though you and i never met I hope you know that down here amongst your fans is one that struggles with accepting the truth. I know a lot of fans do. And i’m sorry. I wish that I got the chance to hug you during those times and swear to you it would be alright. Your music has spoken to me and helped me and i think my biggest struggle is I wanted to save you from the misery. But i couldn’t. And that haunts me to this day. I love you more Michael.

Oh my dear friend. Always know that I loved and love you deeply. You were the reason I could stay in this world for so many years. A hug is just a hug, just something physical, just something for the moment. But what you and I had, oh and have, is so much deeper, so much more real. You and I, we share a very profound bond that will never disappear because it is stronger than distance and certainly stronger than death. There is no need to say goodbye because I’m not gone. I will never be gone. Sure, physically I’m no longer with you, but my music, my spirit, my love will always be there and I need, I really need people just like you who can continue my work, spread the love and heal the world. I love you so much!

Good evening my dear. Well, I can understand how you are feeling and many others, too. The love I was given over the years by people like you was so breathtaking, so mind blowing. I can totally understand why it must be so very hard for you right now. 

But what about this: Did you and I ever meet in person? Did we ever touch, shake hands, or hug? Did we ever talk? I don’t know but probably not. We hear that someone has died and we are sad and desperate. But what has really changed for you? My songs are still there. My love is still there. No one can take that from you. Not even death. The love you feel is something so very special, something that can only be understood by people who feel the same. Those are your family. And you and them are MY army. My Army of Love. I need you and all the others to continue to live what I tried to live. Heal the world, safe the children. Live, love, enjoy life. Be happy! That’s what I really truly want for you. BE HAPPY!

I love you dearly! Michael

Hey little one!

You CAN live in this world. It’s not a world without me. I was just a messenger who brought you songs and art and love. Now the messenger might not be here physically anymore, but the message still is. But the world needs people who are still willing to listen to that message and spread it. People like you. The evil in the world can only be beaten with love. And that, my dear, is your job. Your job as one of my soldiers of love.

Everyone hates you? Oh no. I don’t. I love you. So you can’t say ‘everyone’. That’s simply not true. You are not a burden, you are not stupid. You are what you want to be. If you see yourself as a stupid burden, well… But I don’t see you that way. I see you as a good hearted, sweet person, who is gentle and attentive enough to find the messages in my songs and words.

You have so much potential. You can heal the world. Maybe not all of it. But you can start small. By healing yourself for example.

And if you really want to kill yourself, call one of those. I don’t know where you are, so here are the numbers from every country in the world.

Take good care! And always know that I love you!

Dear friend, 

don’t say that. People are not cruel. They are just the product of their own life and upbringing. I could have turned out like my father with all the abuse I had to endure, many abused children do. Luckily I didn’t. But I have other rather horrible flaws. My dear, you are with me. I’m closer to you than I was ever before. I left you and all my other friends with a job. To heal the world and make a change. I need you. You need to be a part of this change. Will you do that for me?