Long Live the King of Pop

1. opening number: In conquering the Americas, Europeans decimated peoples that had thrived there for millennia. The souls of the native peoples were not reborn to their former tribes. Instead, they were reborn as conservationists, healers, artists, musicians, thinkers, and other life-lovers. Their future lives remained true to the spirit of their past lives. So did those of the Europeans, who were reborn to the tribes they had oppressed. Once Europeans, reborn as native people, paid their karmic debt by living as the descendents of those they wronged, they were reborn elsewhere – or perhaps not. Perhaps it took lifetimes to pay their debt.

If oppressors are always reborn to endure the legacy of their oppression, then white lynch-men are reborn as black men to rot in prison. The war profiteer is reborn into Third World poverty to lose body parts to landmines. The rapist is reborn to be raped.

Those who are not oppressors are reborn not to pay karmic debt, but to learn lessons, to answer questions, to participate in life.

2. Tell Me Something Good: I have had two dreams about Michael Jackson. In the first, from several months ago, he is a perfected version of who he was in his life just completed, on a stage, roaring with song, his mouth so wide open that it eclipses a good portion of his face. It feels like the future.

The second dream about Michael is from a few days ago. It has the feeling of dreams set in the limbo between life & death: He gives an incredible performance – just two songs. The second is Tell Me Something Good, just through the first verse and chorus, and then it goes into a wild ending with unexpected stops and starts and inventive crescendos. Afterward, five beautiful women gather around Michael in a group hug and he sighs with bliss.

3. unexpected stops and starts and inventive crescendos: In honor of the song, “Tell Me Something Good,” here are a few perspectives about the future garnered from dreams and visions:

Creation is at the core of what we do. People look perfected. The flesh looks less organic. It looks created. Without fear compromising the mind & body, people are balanced, grounded, beautiful. Their movements appear like dance. Music is everywhere there is not silence, and silence is okay: it is no longer compulsory to be social in a group. 250 years into the future people are more expressions of music and art than personalities. By that time people have stopped giving applause.

Eventually people stop having to eat because they are nourished from within. They are “perpetual motion machines” so to speak. Perpetual motion machines are said to be a physical impossibility, yet the Earth itself is a perpetual motion machine. Although, perhaps it is not since the Earth will die when the sun dies, turns into a black hole and eats up the Earth. However, if God is a perpetual motion machine, and we microcosmic vessels of God - being made in God’s image - then we have the capacity to also become perpetual motion machines, through genetic and spiritual evolution.

In my visions, our bodies become composed of the multiplicity of elements. Different future eras are denoted by the given elements that comprise the flesh. Eventually, once our bodies are as at home with the elements as the Earth, we leave. In a dream God’s body becomes a spaceship shaped like a fish and we fly away.

For an accurate visual representation of the distant future see Hieronymus Bosch’s Garden of Earthly Delights.

I keep going back to this idea for a movie or a graphic novel about a soul reincarnating from one life to the next. Michael Jackson’s passing inspired this idea, which involves the dodo. When man encountered dodos, they had no predators, and were gentle and curious. They walked right up to men who slaughtered them on the spot.

The movie begins with the slaughter of a docile dodo. Its soul is reincarnated as Nat Turner, the 19th century African-American slave who went on a killing spree of whites. After he is executed he is reincarnated as a white female abolitionist. In his next life he is FDR. Next he is a passionately artistic girl whose talent is unappreciated by her family. She dies because of child abuse in 1958 and is reborn as Michael Jackson, who is later reborn as a more perfect version of himself. Fin.

4. clarification: The structure of today’s blog is based on the two-song performance in the above dream; 1. corresponds to the first song, 2. corresponds to the verse and chorus of “Tell Me Something Good,” and 3. corresponds to its “wild ending with unexpected stops and starts and inventive crescendos.”

Let us ensconce in the feminine and sigh with bliss like Michael receiving a new womb.