Ground Breaking! Cirque du Soleil - Montreal, Canada

This was an experience I never thought I'd have. A once in a lifetime experience I could not turn down. I had received an invitation to represent my dear friend Bonnie Lamrock from MJ-Upbeat who had been invited by the Estate to view the Michael Jackson Immortal Tour in Montreal, Canada before it's premier. This was an unprecedented invitation, never before had MJ fans been invited to such an event.

The trip to Canada was top secret, and only a handful of fans from a few different Michael Jackson websites around the world were invited to attend. I was one of two ‘new comers’ to the group of long time Michael fans and had no idea who would be there. All I knew was: I was going to Cirque du Soleil in Montreal to see the ‘Michael Jackson Immortal World Tour’ final dress rehearsal. Representing Bonnie and MJ-Upbeat was an amazingly incredible honor for me. She is a wonderful, loving friend. Bonnie has been an inspiration to me for over two years. I met her shortly after Michael’s death. Her heart was shattered, she was completely devastated, yet there she was day in and day out for Michael and his fans, working hard to support and reach out to those who needed comfort and reassurance. Truly I don’t know how she did it, except that her generous loving heart, which is so very much like Michael’s, all that Michael taught her over the years, and God carried her through. I was one of those MJ fans Bonnie opened her fractured heart to. She reached out to me and connected with me and because of her kindness, understanding, encouragement and support I had a lifeline, a life preserver in a sea of grief. To those of us drowning in the pain and heartbreak from Michael’s death Bonnie and her beautiful website MJ Up-beat was our anchor and still is. Every day at work on my breaks and racing home at night I could not wait to get to the website and my emails from her. She opened her heart to me and I will never forget that. She has been an MJ fan for many, many years. She worked hard for Michael especially during the trial and runs her website with dignity and LOVE always displaying an open mind, kindness and sensitivity to Michael, his fans and others since 2003. She had been invited to Montreal for this fan event and could not attend, generously asking me to go in her place. I was so honored and thrilled to accept her invite and promised I would do my best to represent her and MJ-Upbeat and make her proud.

Here I am again asking “How can this be?” Someone one pinch me please... yes this is for real. Still there was that nagging feeling that someone might tap me on the shoulder and say, “Sorry, oops made a mistake.” Yet there I was getting on the plane... yes it was for real, really happening. Again I wondered how can this be?

It was in Feb. 2010 on the way to the Airport Courthouse for the 1st arraignment of Conrad Murray that I heard Michael’s voice so clearly. My music was blasting in my car. I like to play MJ’s music loud. I love the way his voice fills my mind and heart. Cranked up very loud so his vibrato... the vibrato like no other fills my senses and energizes my soul. His voice, his music the backdrop of my life. I prayed out loud “Lord please give me a sign. Lord if you truly want me to go to this court house hearing and support Justice for Michael Jackson then show me.” It was then with pristine clarity that I immediately heard Michael’s voice louder than any other sound, speaking in my mind over the music playing loudly in my car say to me, ”It’s an adventure. We’re going to go places we’ve never been before, do things we’ve never done before.” Yes, Michael clearly has shown me so much since that day and even before. I realize now it was so long ago that he began teaching me... about LOVE, humility, art, creativity, music, perfection, compassion. His essence, his love changing my life and millions of others lives forever.

So there I was still pinching myself, thinking, “Wow Michael, I could never have dreamed you’d lead me here to this time and place.” Now I sit at 38,000 feet in the air typing this story. Thanking the Lord for blessing my life with so many wonderful lessons in LOVE, from my inspiration, Michael Jackson. The biggest lesson of all being: LOVE... Don't judge!

I was thrilled and grateful to have my son drive me to the airport and visit with me until it was time to leave, he works in travel and assures me with information about currency rates and airport boarding procedures. God bless him. He knows I’m nervous as I haven’t flown since I was a young girl and well we won’t get into how long ago that was. He is such a wonderful man. My heart over flows as it never fails when I look at my son I see LOVE looking back. His support means the world to me and his patience and kindness is most evident when he listens attentively as I gush with Michael stories. This day I felt like a kid at Christmas bubbling over with excitement and anticipation of what the next two days will hold, hardly sleeping the night before, I simply could not begin to imagine what was in store.

It was time to board and take off for my flight to Montreal, Canada. I embraced my son, my heart over flowing for him... and also for what was to come for me. Waved goodbye and took those steps into the unknown.

I soon realize airports are unfriendly places. I will start conversations with complete strangers yet here that doesn't happen. No one speaks to one another. Everyone wrapped up in their own thoughts and business. Invisible lines of protection surrounding hundreds with very little interaction unless they are in a group or a family traveling together. So I turned on my nano ipod my beautiful eldest daughter had given me for Christmas and MJ’s voice told me “You Are Not Alone.”

Flying out of very warm Los Angeles with a short stop in Toronto, we flew through the night and into overcast, chilly, rainy Montreal arriving early in the morning. Bleary eyed from lack of sleep I trudged through the airport to find my transportation to the hotel where I knew a luxurious, warm room was waiting for me. Trying to save a few dollars I first tramped down to the aero bus where the friendly Canadian bus driver with the French accent informed me that he could only drop me a few blocks from the hotel not at the hotel. Envisioning the reality of my directionally challenged past where I have been lost endless times even on foot I weighed the extra cost as nothing compared to being delivered directly to the door of my hotel in a strange city, braced myself against the chilly rain and turned to make my way toward the taxi line, placed myself in que for the next taxi all the while hoping very much it would be a warm heated ride. Taxi after taxi lined up. Regular cars, nothing special... just typical road worn taxis. There I stood in my So. Cal. sandals, shivering but waiting patiently. Then the valet called me over and waved in my taxi. Up pulled a shiny, new, black Lincoln Towncar. I looked around wondering if this was ‘my’ ride. The valet smiled at me saying, “Here’s your taxi!” and opened the door for me. The driver jumped out and loaded my luggage then he spirited us away to the hotel in style and comfort. I settled into the warm, soft black leather seats and wondered to myself yet one more time... “How can this be?” All the while thanking the Lord for the never ending blessings He showers over my life. The Lord always knows the smallest desires of our hearts and LOVES to bless us with them like any loving father loves to bless his children and see their joy. For me my life is ‘nothing’ without the Lord and all things come from and through Him. Thank you Father. I smile contentedly as I enjoy the safe, warm, comfy ride through downtown Montreal.

Henry is my taxi driver. He speaks French and English just as many who live in this beautiful city. I soon find out he is originally from Paris, France and moved to Montreal 23 years ago and goes back to Paris frequently to visit his family. As my eyes are drawn to the landscape of the city I gasp, amazed at the beauty of a church with an incredible steeple, which to me looks more like a cathedral. Henry laughs and says,“In Montreal there is a church on every street, sometimes even two or three.” He is jovial and kind and I respond with “How wonderful. I hope everyone attends. This is a very good thing.” He laughs and shrugs “Many, many” and tells me that Montreal is predominately Catholic, which brings a sense of identification with my roots. I begin to snap pictures of many cross topped steeples as we pass them. Then realize there are far too many to capture so I just sit back and relax. As we drive I learn that even in Canada the gas is about the same price although sold by the liter, there is still mind numbing traffic which isn’t nearly as irritating when you are being driven by someone else, there is also graffiti just like in L.A. but just not as much, homeless still take shelter but here I see them at the foot of statues in front of churches, KFC is popular although they call it PFK for the French translation, Pouille Fried Kentucky. I feel a certain nostalgia when I see AandW drive ins still exist here and 80’s music is still very popular. Then the conversation returns to the beautiful churches in Montreal as Henry explains that across the street from my hotel is a church built, as Henry explains it, as “An exact Xerox copy only smaller” of St. Peter’s Basilica in Rome. I just love architecture and learn quickly as I view Montreal it is a wonderful organic mix blending the old and the new. The shining bright mirrored skyscrapers pointing skyward next to neighboring brownstones along with centuries old stone church spires and copper crowned church domes nestled comfortably in between. I make a promise to myself to do some sight seeing.

We finally arrive at the hotel, the Marriott Chateau Champlain, smiling Henry pulls the Towncar up to the door, calls the valet, unloads my little piece of luggage and drops me at my destination for a surprisingly low flat fee. I wave goodbye, enter the doors, check in, and gaze around at the most beautiful lobby, appointed with big over stuffed, tapestry covered, wing backed furniture. Above me set in glimmering gold gilded ceilings are the most beautiful flower shaped crystal chandeliers which show off the dark warm wood walls and trim. Beautiful tapestry carpets cushion my feet as I walk to the elevator. Quickly I make my way to the private room assigned to me. Weariness has now settled over me as I open my hotel room door and am greeted with the most beautiful accommodations. The first thing I notice is the king size over stuffed bed and thick down-feather filled comforter, they are calling my sleep deprived body to rest; however instead I am drawn to the view outside my bay window over looking the city. I abandon the tight hold I have on my luggage with relief and turn my attention to the breath taking view. I stand and drink it in... entranced. Truly God knows what I love... and before me He lays out a gift for my eyes and heart. The most gorgeous time worn, green copper domed church, adorned with green copper statues of many saints, incredible statues, ancient stone craftsmanship, giant wooden doors set in place with incredible hand-forged metal hinges. I can barely take my eyes away but then on the opposite side of the street yet directly below me is another church made from ancient stone whose delicate stone carved spires clearly have weathered much time. Here this lovely church steeple resembles a castle and houses a clock and church bell which rings on the hour and half hour. Then I notice a beautiful park directly beneath me. I quickly forget how weary I feel. The rain has subsided, the clouds part allowing the sun to shine as if in perfect timing to my deep desire to see more of this beautiful architecture up close.

I have long ago learned that ‘time’ in the world of Michael Jackson fans can be irrelevant to the experience so I stop to fortify myself with Starbucks which I am grateful to know exists here in Montreal. Eagerly drink down my favorite energy concoction to warm myself and to prepare for what I know may prove to be a long night centered around much MJ love and Cirque excitement. I quickly make my way down to the street, the brisk air hurries me along to see all I can of the sights in a short window of time before meeting up in the lobby with those invited to this special event. Inside this amazing church I am not disappointed. My catholic upbringing, which I left behind as the result of divorce and a need to find a spirit filled healing, rises to the surface and a sense of awe surrounds my heart. The ornate adornments of the altar and ceiling murals, the beautifully sculpted statues and stations of the cross, the smell of burning, offering-prayer candles, detailed, stained glass windows, giant sea shell holy water fonts, the baptismal room.... all of it pulls me in. A place of worship to the God I love. So beautiful... with standing time... still giving peace, guidance and comfort to all who enter the doors. The workmanship and craftsmanship.... for me... art at it’s best. This is the replica of St. Peter’s Basilica in Rome that Henry has told me about, Basilique Marie-Reine-Du-Monde Cathedrale. As my footsteps echo along it’s marble floors I feel as though I am simultaneously seeing history in Europe as well. An amazing feeling. Gazing at the art, the sculpture the very ornate gilding I think how much Michael would have loved this place and how fitting it is to be here to experience this myself, to be standing in this particular spot on the globe at this particular time. Another blissfully, divine appointment for me from my most loving Lord.

I am enthralled and cover every corner and vestibule inside the cathedral twice then move outside to take in the beauty of the entrance one more time before quickly moving on... because I still want to see St. George’s Church on the opposite corner before meeting the group I have traveled all this way to join. Walking on paths intertwined within large patches of freshly rained on grass, happy pigeons feed on seeds totally unaffected by my presence. Hurrying along these pathways I find the peace that fills this place a stark contrast to the bustling work day city. This peaceful sanctuary is home to amazing stone statues and a huge cannon commemorating a by gone victorious war and leader. There under green emerald tree canopies the sound of the cathedral bells greet me before I see the church itself and guide my way. Soon I am looking up lost in the beauty of this magnificent little church. The sound of the ringing church bells fills my ears, heart and soul triggering many fond childhood memories, creating a deep longing for the loving touch and smell of my mother and father. I slow down now to take in the beauty of the stone carvings and spires. This church is older, more delicate and under repair and I am unable to enter, still it’s beauty does not escape me and wonderful memories flood to mind of a church I attended with my parents in Virginia when I was child. 

Not wanting to be late, with a twinge of panic and anticipation about the initial meeting of the fans, I return to the hotel lobby and find in excited anticipation for the evening’s events I am still very early so I wander the hotel exploring to see what it holds and down a stair case I discover an incredible French dinner hall with beautiful, crystal chandeliers and incredible thick, red-velvet, stage curtains pulled back and held with thick, gold cording and tassels, reminiscent of old Paris. Then I retreat to the comfort of my room to freshen up. Soon though again I can’t contain myself and return to just sit and wait in the luxurious over stuffed lobby chairs.

Finally others arrive and soon all are present consisting of 15 fans total. There are many hugs and hellos. I make new friendships and recognize some from online; happy to meet them personally. This is simply huge. Unprecedented. Never before have MJ fans been included in such a meeting. A handful of fans from around the world have been invited by the Estate of Michael Jackson to view and critique one of the final rehearsals of the Michael Jackson Immortal World Tour. I purchased my ticket for the show at Staples Center in Los Angeles almost a year ago and have been patiently waiting until Jan. 2012.  Yet here I am in Montreal and within hours will view it before anyone else in the world. Again I shake my head and say, “How can this be?”

France (pronounced Franz), our tour guide from Cirque arrives in the lobby. She is filled with a fun exuberant spirit and lots of Cirque du Soleil energy. She escorts us to view the MJIWT for the first time. I am very happy to learn many who knew and loved Michael are working in this show and some attend today’s rehearsal. I have known now for some weeks I would be attending this event and have done research online learning the names and faces of those involved. I am very pleased to have learned that Jaime King is the writer and director of this show. He has worked with Michael on many occasions and his heart is to present this show in Michael’s true spirit. Along with Jaimie are many others who worked with Michael Jackson. This group of uber talented individuals LOVE, honor and respect Michael Jackson. These are people who took part in his tours, danced with him, created with him, some even have worked with him since he was a child. I have learned many names and titles and am eager to see and meet who ever I can. These are special people whose admiration and respect of Michael Jackson has inspired their own careers and lives. They openly talk about how they have learned from the master himself. Michael’s talent spilling over into their lives inspiring them to become the best they can be. I am excited to hear and see how Michael’s love, creativity and talent lives on through them in this incredible show. This is the real deal, the ‘Real Tribute’ that I have been waiting to see take place for Michael. A tribute where Michael’s music and voice DOMINATE the entire arena and only homage to his excellence is shown to him and his legacy.

This is also the first time ever that Cirque has used a live band. Kevin Antunes has masterfully taken his access to Michael’s masters and remixed them and along with the live band make way to incorporate Cirque du Soleil's magic. The result is simply phenomenal! The incredible band consists of Band Director, Greg Phillingaines and also Michael’s drummer Jonathan “Sugarfoot” Moffit and many more incredibly talented musicians including a new 19 year old guitarist, an amazing young lady discovered by Greg Phillingaines on You Tube. Some how I feel Michael would be very impressed with her. She is on fire!

We enter the arena as elite visitors to this rehearsal, specially invited to view and give our opinions, our take on how accurately Michael is represented. This respect is not lost on myself or the other fans. This is a ground breaking request by Cirque du Soleil and the Estate of Michael Jackson and we are honored to be here. In their desire to do justice to Michael Jackson and give the world of MJ fans what they feel Michael deserves, a true honorable tribute of excellence, the creators of MJIWT have invited 15 fans to view the show and give honest in put and ideas on how to achieve just that: Excellence for Michael Jackson. No cameras, phones or even note book paper and pens are allowed. It is all super secret. Before the preview of the rehearsal and while we wait for the show we are given an over view of the nights event, treated to dinner, and then later waiting in the arena we are introduced to the Talauega twins who danced with Michael on tour, Kevin Antunes the genius behind the remix of Michael’s voice and music for the Cirque MJIWT, performing dancers from the show who love to pay homage to Michael and then finally Greg Phillinganes, the musical director and band leader who performed and toured with Michael Jackson. Each promising us their commitment to honor and respect Michael in all they do. Telling us they knew him and will always love him and pay him the highest respect he deserves. I can feel and hear their heart and I see the love and heartfelt honesty in their eyes. They have won my trust, all our trust.

Like in all rehearsals there are delays....as Michael said, ”That's why we call it rehearsal.” However it is simply beyond amazing to be a fly on the wall for the whole process. This is a gigantic show with a huge 'Giving Tree' at center stage which anchors the show throughout and comes apart at different stages of the show. We are told this show is so big it will take 60 semi trucks to transport it from city to city. During a break and while some kinks were being resolved the fans went as a group for water and to stretch their legs. I did not want to miss a minute of my fly on the wall experience, so I stayed glued to my seat, just watching all these incredibly talented music elite gather below me talking and laughing. How often will I ever get to see Kevin Antunes, Greg Phillinganes, Sugar Foot and others ‘shoot the breeze’ clearly reminiscing and sharing stories while standing on the arena floor in front of me. The dancers waiting in full costume displayed incredible, super human moves and I wonder to myself "If that is what they do to stay limber and warmed up then how much more spectacular will they be in a live performance?" Some dancers and performers continue to stretch and warm up on the floor mat directly across from the reserved fan section where I sit until rehearsal starts. Directions are given by John Branca from the Estate during the delay and while the fans have left for break “Make sure not to start the show until the fans return” which displayed to me our presence and opinions were valued by him and those in charge and Michael’s LOVE of his fans is clearly being honored.

The Talauega twins were chatting and sharing moves with dancers from the show and clearly reuniting with old friends as they openly embraced others. The entire feel of all those involved beyond striving for absolute excellence is LOVE, respect, and appreciation for others in a supportive family environment, they are a family. I could feel Michael’s LOVE... L.O.V.E. spread around the arena even before the show begins.  Pats on the back, hugs and openly supporting one another in friendship, smiling, laughing, sharing dedication and love of their craft.  Some from the Estate who are not part of the actual show openly sing Michael’s songs, Dangerous and Bad, out loud. I smile big and laugh out loud as clearly only their love of Michael's music carries their tune, reminding me of myself. I want to sing along but shyly acquiesce saving myself the embarrassment.

This is SO clearly a very Michael atmosphere. I am pinching myself and wishing Michael were here for all of this. Before leaving for the arena it was shared that Michael was in talks with Cirque du Soleil about his own Cirque show and just loved the magic, visuals and imagery of the Cirque circus. He had attended many different Cirque shows for many years especially, The Beatles LOVE, which was one of his favorites.

Finally the fans have returned, the kinks are worked out and the show begins. Michael’s music and voice fill the arena with absolutely amazing clarity. The magic and wonder of all that is Michael Jackson coupled with the magic and wonderment of Cirque du Soleil erupts in an explosion of activity and lights, a perfect marriage of fantasy and genius right on the stage before us. I laugh and cry and travel to places where Michael’s heart lived and breathed. I am over whelmed. I cry several times and laugh out loud in other places. The magic grabs me from the very beginning and I can’t take my eyes off what I am seeing. A plethora of Michael’s songs, one after the other fill my senses, his vibrato full and strong, his voice pulled out and superseded above all other sound at times, effortlessly and masterfully flowing, singing, speaking. Michael’s spirit fills the arena, Michael’s heart is present in this giant room. Unmistakeable LOVE, Honor and Respect flow from the creators, including the Estate, the Cirque du Soleil production team, the dancers and performers on the floor, stage and in the air, the technicians and staff. You can see it and feel it in every move. There are performers simply everywhere at times, yet there are more quiet moments that are no less sensational. At times there is so much happening I don’t know where to look. An hour and a half later the show ends and we are all Speechless.

The Estate team comes immediately to us for our perceptions and opinions. They ask, we honestly speak and they listen. As fans we see things maybe others don’t, we are more sensitive to things others may not know about Michael. They are aware of this and this is why we have been asked for our opinions. It is simply Amazing and Phenomenal! They have captured Michael! We all seem to agree that only a few changes and minor adjustments are needed. We are told to sleep on it and digest what we have seen and we will gather for a brain storming session in the morning. I return to my room, very tired, but blissfully happy and content to know deep in my heart that where ever in this world it is about Michael Jackson’s true heart and soul...I am always at home.


The next day we meet again in the lobby to climb on board a shuttle to take a tour of Cirque du Soleil headquarters and campus. We are given a tour of the main building and learn that Michael himself walked these very same hallways and stairs casting those beautiful brown eyes on the very same rooms we are visiting. This is simply an amazing place dedicated to art, creativity, the environment and helping the needy. All sounding very familiar to the qualities of the man we all know and love. I can clearly see Michael's excitement and interest in Cirque, see his creativity and wonderment light up as he walked these halls. Especially when he visited the costume room. A story is shared that when Michael visited Cirque and took the same tour we are on he entered the costume room and stayed for four hours. He did not want to leave until he saw everything. He became so excited with each new costume he was like a kid in a candy store saying, "Oh please may I see that one. Oh look at this one and that one!" Over and over until he saw everything he could. How he must have loved the hat room. There are specific rooms for every thing. There is a Hat room, Shoe room, Costume room, Accessory Room, Mold Room. In all the rooms everything is made from scratch. In the Costume, Hat and Shoe Rooms costumes are made for each performer to their own personal specific measurements. In the Costume Room the material is actually hand painted for each costume. While we were present in the costume room we saw artists actually painting designs on to blank white material. We learned that this is the process for each and every costume. This way no one will have a duplicate costume anywhere in the world and Cirque owns the rights to each costume. While watching this process we noticed there was a Michael Jackson, Billie Jean with fedora, full size cut out present in the costume room which I just had to go out of my way to stand next to. The entire process in every room is absolutely fascinating!

A row of head molds line the walls as works of art near the mold room. Every performer who has ever worked for Cirque has had a mold made just like the one Michael had made for Thriller. I imagine he would have completely understood this process having experienced it first hand twice for Thriller and Ghosts. We are told today the painful process Michael went through no longer is practiced and all molds are made with measurements taken via computer. Again it is absolutely fascinating!

The Cirque headquarters was purposely built in the outskirts of Montreal in the poorer area for two reasons. First, to stay true to the essence of circus history where circus tents were always set up on the outskirts of town. Second, so they could help revitalize the poorer community on the outskirts of Montreal. Beyond the fabulous magic, creativity and wonderment of Cirque you can see Michael's attraction to this amazing organization. Much like Michael they reach out to those in need. The founder of Cirque du Soleil started the project “One Drop’ campaign to help the poor and starving in the world gain control over their lives by bringing water to drought stricken poverty filled regions of the world.

"We all drink from the same well. Water is our common bond, uniting us as human beings and as citizens of this planet. And yet, while this precious resource flows abundantly in some parts of the world, in others, water or lack thereof is a source of poverty and sickness. Every year, more than 3 million children die from water-related causes. Isn't that a sufficient reason to act?" by Guy Laliberté, founder of Cirque du Soleil.  http://www.onedrop.org/en/foundation/guy-laliberte-dream.aspx

                                      Cirque du Soleil Corporate Building, Montreal Canada
Cirque du Soleil was started originally in France in 1984 by two street performers, Guy Laliberté, and Daniel Gauthier. Cirque shows combine the magic of the circus with a story line without the use and abuse of animals.

We are shown a special building which is home to many of the performers and their families and also learn that the families go on tour with the performers and even baby sitting is provided. This is the most amazing and successful company who truly cares about it’s employees, the community and the environment. Very Michael!

 Our collection of MJ Fans from around the world stand in front of the "Shoe" and behind them is the housing quarters for performers and their families. Next to me stands Jeff the head of the MJ Online Team from the Estate.

The employees at Cirque are encouraged to create all types of art. Their artistic endeavors are hung on the hall walls and are intriguing and beautiful. Walking down the hall ways is like visiting an art gallery or museum and I could just envision Michael taking extra time to look closely and appreciate each picture, sculpture, painting and work of art displayed. We sat in the Cirque main conference room which had windows over looking the trapeze, ropes and trampoline practice area and enjoyed breakfast with those in charge of MJIWT, John Branca and Karen Langford from the Estate, Stéphane Mongeau; Cirque MJIWT Executive Producer and Chantel Trembley; Cirque Creative Director, as well as Jeff Jampol, Gayle and Ashley from the MJ Online Team. We took part in a brain storming session and shared our critiques of the show from the night before. The music and the band is simply beyond amazing and gets a 100% approval from all of us. They answered questions, listened and made notes about our thoughts and ideas. They were interested in what we had to share. The show was simply amazingly stunning; however they took to heart the points discussed. In fact they had already made adjustments and changes based on what was shared with them the night before. Unprecedented, this type of meeting has never taken place before. Amazingly exciting! Ground Breaking! The discussion was lively as are all Michael Jackson discussions in the MJ fan world. Some differ in opinions but what is perfectly clear is the passion and love for Michael Jackson along with the desire to keep his LOVE alive. Also very clear is the desire to pay great homage to Michael Jackson and the commitment to excellence that he himself gave to all he created. The desire to carry this same level of excellence forward is very evident with all those involved in this amazingly BRILLIANT show. I am very excited about the Las Vegas opening and Fan Fest when we will see the ever evolving final version and see some of our ideas shared with the world. It is a wonderful feeling to be listened to and heard. They heard us! They get it!

As I write this glancing out the window high above the earth on my trip home the sky glows orange as the sun sets somewhere over the United States. I feel closer to Michael up here.... closer to heaven. I just wish with all my heart that Michael were here to see this beautiful show become a reality. To share his own thoughts and ideas for I know he must have had many, many more amazingly spectacular ideas for his own Cirque show. Ideas only his genius could perceive. Unsurpassed and unequaled, it is unimaginable what he would have had in mind with all his cutting edge visuals and effects. We as fans only know what we have seen him already do and insist that genius be portrayed respectfully and beautifully which is exactly what the Michael Jackson Immortal World Tour achieves. I just wish Michael was here to share his own ideas and give his final nod. Michael, I wish and pray with all my heart you are looking down from heaven to see your dream come to fruition.

LOVE Lives Forever! WE LOVE YOU MICHAEL!

Michael visits Cirque du Soleil in Montreal Canada 2003

9/20/11 Update from the Estate and Cirque: 

 "As the Estate and Cirque stressed during your visit, this is very much a work-in-progress and there continue to be changes made to all aspects of the show - not only the music. There are various reasons for these changes – some creative, some because of clearance issues and other reasons. For example, as a result of the rehearsals that have taken place since your visit, “Cry”, “Breaking News”, “Monster” (though a portion of 50 Cent’s rap may be used), and “Off The Wall” are now no longer in the show. “Man In The Mirror” has moved, and “Threatened” has been added, as has an additional use of “Bad”. Some of the routines you saw have also been changed including, for example, “Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin’”.  And more changes are expected."

Fans gather at the Hotel and then leave for the arena conference room and to view the show.

Fans gather in the conference room at the arena and are briefed by John Branca, Stéphane Mongeau, Karen Langford and the MJ Online Team.

Fans enter the arena and prepare to view the MJIWT for the first time.


Fans meet some of the Pros who have worked with Michael Jackson:


Fans meet Greg Phillingaines, musical director:


Keven Antunes and Greg Phillingaines:






To purchase tickets for the Las Vegas Premier and Fan Fest on Dec. 3rd or to see MJIWT in Las Vegas this is a great site to purchase tickets.
http://www.michaeljacksonfanfest.com/

Michael Jackson Immortal Tour Las Vegas Fan Fest link:
http://www.ticketmaster.com/promo/kavr5b?dma_id=

Michael Jackson Immortal Tour Cirque du Soleil tickets across the U.S.A. Includes a video by Jaime King.
http://www.cirquedusoleil.com/en/shows/michael-jackson-tour/default.aspx

Back To Why!

"We need peace, we need giving, we need love, we need unity." ~ Michael Jackson ~ 

          "To be silent in the face of injustice is to be an accomplice to evil. I will not be silent."
                                                            ~ Lori Berenson ~
 
Something has been weighing heavy on my mind and heart, haunting me, this last month since the two year anniversary of Michael’s death. During the week of the anniversary of Michael’s death there were so many activities and events, so many wonderful MJ fans, who are now friends to me, who came to Los Angeles strangers one day and friends the next. Our hearts bonded in LOVE and grief over this amazing human being, Michael Jackson, who was torn from this world, Gone Too Soon. There were several moments in June where I felt God’s hand on my life and knew beyond a shadow of a doubt I was where I was supposed to be just at the moment God chose me to be there, my divine appointments. Each time it was clear to me why, except for one. There was one moment when I wondered out loud, “Why? Why Lord? Why did you put me here? For what purpose?”

At first I decided I wouldn’t, just couldn't share that moment on a public blog and then it seemed I needed too. Suddenly it became important to share it. So much so that it began to weigh on me, I couldn't get it out of my mind. I kept pushing it away but it kept coming back, haunting me. The first thing I saw and thought about in the morning was that day, it has replayed in my mind over and over. Finally I reached out to the only person who I knew felt exactly what I felt that day, the only person I knew I could discuss the day with, who understood because she walked hand in hand with me as it unfolded, my wonderful friend Robyn. She agreed that I needed to share as I felt directed. We hadn't really talked at depth about that day or those moments, since it happened until now. As we discussed the particulars of our shared moment in time I felt a stirring in my soul as God began to show me why. I may never fully understand with my finite mind all of it but at least I have a glimmer of WHY.

As we talked the Lord brought to my mind a picture of the billions of people who populate this earth... seemingly endless billions. What am I in those billions? Just one little human being, minuscule, like grains of sand on the beach... billions of grains of sand, just one grain of sand among the others. What are the chances in time and space for that person out of billions... really those two people out of billions, myself and Robyn, to end up together where we ended up that particular night? 

Only God can create that connection, that divine appointment. WHY?

We were happy to be spending time together. We met and joined forces on our Michaeling adventure. We were on our way to not just any Michael Jackson event but the preview of “Michael's Thriller Jacket” which was up for sale at Juliene’s. This sale broke our hearts but it was also our one and only chance to ever see Michael’s Thriller Jacket in person, as well as many other Michael items, like his glittery Billie Jean shirt from Motown 25, worn the night Michael birthed his stratospheric stardom, and the pointy black shirt from Michael and Janet's Scream video... all up for auction. Soon they would be sold, gone forever. It was very sad... more and more of Michael's belongings dispersed to unknown places around the globe. No longer his, no longer the children's. Yet with all Michael Jackson events since his death there was also joy in the air that over shadows the sadness. For you just simply can’t think of Michael and not feel the joy and beauty he brought to this world, brought to those billions of people in this world. Michael was so very special, so gifted, chosen by God to be the modern day musical messenger of LOVE to those billions of people. Michael was no grain of sand. He was chosen before birth to be special, anointed with a talent and tender heart of LOVE not given to others ever. NO ONE, simply no one else has ever accomplished all that Michael accomplished in his life. Not even the masters he studied for they did not live at the time when jets flew to all corners of the earth and literally hundreds of thousands would fill stadiums night after night to see the master at work. They did not live in the technological age Michael lived. God chose him for this space in time to fulfill a purpose and Michael Jackson did not fail, but greatly succeeded beyond anything ever seen on this earth before, nor will ever be seen again.  For me there is no wonder at all about the small minded men of little or no vision who could not and still do not understand Michael Jackson. He was created from the beginning of time for a greatness that they could not and do not still comprehend.

So there we were, Robyn driving and myself shotgun, all dressed up for a cocktail party preview at Juliene’s in Beverly Hills. We were excited and our emotions were wavering between sadness, anticipation and joy as Michael’s voice filled the car and carried us effortlessly onward. It was L.A rush hour and wanting to avoid the freeways to ensure we would arrive on time, Robyn decided to take the side streets. I only had a general idea of where Wilshire lay over the hill and was no help, since I am directionally challenged. I always find where I am going; however it's usually by way of the less scenic route, so I was utterly no help at all as a guide. She however had a general idea of where to go until she found her self at a quandary unsure which way to turn at the light we were sitting at. As the light changed she decided to quickly pull into a fire station on a corner to verify we were headed in the right direction toward Wilshire Blvd. I have had to stop many times in my Michaeling adventures to ask directions and love to meet new people in the process but this was one time that looked to be particularly entertaining as there were several good looking fire men standing outside the fire house, so I certainly wasn’t objecting to her decision. Hee hee! I very willingly pushed the button and lowered my window as one of the firemen came over to the car, with a friendly banter he relayed the needed directions as he stretched out his arm, pointing the way down the road telling us we were on the right path, along with an encouraging, "You can't miss it!"

Robyn was smiling, thanking him when suddenly this stricken look came across her face as she pointed in the opposite direction toward the Fire House exclaiming, “BETTY! Look at the number on the fire house! It’s Engine House 71!” I looked and in disbelief said “What!? OMG! No Way!” The fireman looked at us with a puzzled look at first then in almost a whisper I said “Are you the fire house who picked up Michael?” Realizing we were MJ fans he said, “Yes, we are Engine House 71.” I felt my heart suddenly become so heavy in my chest. I was also so completely shocked to be sitting there in ‘that’ driveway... that particular driveway. All our joy came crashing down. We both sat there in the car, cross wise in the Fire Department driveway with our mouths hanging open, unable to speak, unable to move. For me there were pictures I had worked so hard to get out of mind that were now glaring before my minds eye. Then shockingly as the fireman pointed in toward the end of driveway he said, “Pull your car up right here. I will show you the paramedic truck he was in.” Then pointing further inside the fire house said, “It’s parked right there you can take a look.” I looked where he pointed and there was the truck 71 with the doors wide open. We both looked at one another in shock as I barely breathed, “Should we? Should we?” Some how it didn’t seem right... could God want this to happen? A disbelief that this was happening hit me immediately as I thought what are the chances? I felt I was right where God wanted me. I believe there are no coincidences. We most certainly didn’t plan this, or seek out this moment in time. It had never in my wildest imaginations ever entered my mind at any time to visit the fire house that picked up Michael from 100 N. Carolwood Drive... most especially so close to the anniversary... only two days shy of two years ago. Was this God’s timing? I conceded to my heavy heart it must be.

Robyn pulled the car up where the fireman directed her to park. As she pulled on the emergency brake setting it firmly into place it felt as if she didn’t lock it just right we’d be beamed to some other world... we both looked at the emergency brake and then each other and said, “Ok I guess we're supposed to do this." Then I prayed a silent prayer, "God help us.” My feet were heavy as we climbed out of the car. Then as if in an out of body experience we were given a tour of the Engine House 71 Paramedic bus that rushed to Carolwood on that fateful day. We had no breath, we kept gasping, we moved slowly, taking in everything. Michael's words from ‘Keep Your Head Up’ tell it all... “Suckin up the air in the earth from under me.”

Why? kept running through my mind. All this equipment, all these highly trained professionals and they could do nothing? I needed to know, I asked him, “Was Michael already dead when you arrived?” Shaking his head he said, “Yes for sometime.” I continued, “Was there anything you could do?” He answered, “We tried everything we could and then the Dr. wanted him transported. The paparazzi took the last picture of Michael right through this window.” He proceeded to show us the exact location of the lens on the window and the angle of the shot. It all lined up with the haunting picture I had seen of both Michael and the call monitor screen inside the truck. “Then he said you can get in. Take your time. I’ll be right over here.” Again we looked at each other and whispered, “Should we?” Then like in a time warp we climbed in. As I looked down on the gurney as he was walking away I asked him, “Is this the gurney that Michael was on?” He said “Yes the very same one.” Then went off to leave us alone. I looked at Robyn and she was sitting in the chair closest to the cab, holding her hands to her face unable to speak, tears brimming in her eyes. It was only later I realized she was sitting in the chair of the Paramedic who was working the air bag for Michael on the way to the hospital. I wanted to cry, to sob, to cry out, “NOOOO This needs to change!!! This can't be real!! We need to turn back time!!” Then as I looked back down to that gurney I realized this... this very spot was the exact place... the last time the world saw Michael... right here. I gulped hard, swallowed the lump in my throat, my aching heart and my tears and before I knew what I had done I reached down and laid my hand where his head had lain that day almost two years earlier... trying... trying hard to feel him... to feel his presence. Wishing with all that was in me I could will him back to life. Wishing I could have been there that night to protect Michael from the evil surrounding him. I could not move, frozen in that spot, that place in time for several minutes my hand stayed riveted there where his head had lain. We looked at the monitor which had read those dreadful words, “100 N Carolwood Drive, 50 year old male not breathing at all.” It was surreal to say the very least. Then after what seemed an eternity we climbed out. I wondered again “Why? Why did we end up here? This place, this moment in time?” We thanked him for being so cordial and kind, for allowing us to take our time inside. Then continued on our way. We were different now and different ever since. The joy was gone that night and we just went through the motions.  The reality of 'Why' we were going to the preview was heavy on our hearts. When I looked at the Thriller Jacket it of course was amazing but I could not shake the real reason it was up for sale, could not get it out of my mind that night or ever since.

I have to say I placed this experience on a shelf somewhere in my mind, refused to feel anything about it. Only shared it with a chosen handful and went on to enjoy a week full of the most amazingly wonderful and blessed moments, filled with so much LOVE. Finally after a full weeks worth of events in Michael’s honor, utterly exhausted I slowed down the pace and returned back to the daily catching up with friends on the internet and Face Book. It was then I have to say I felt a bit like Moses when he came down from the mountain top, glowing from the beauty he had just beheld to find tawdry ugliness. I flipped on my computer and opened up Face Book to find the most vile and horrid comments being made about Michael’s family and friends, and sadly as always the MJ fans fighting like rabid squirrels. I was so angry at first. How could they not see??? I thought out loud "What the Hell is wrong with these people?" I had just spent over a week surrounded by so much LOVE... so much joy.... even the people who disagreed with one another were loving and kind, agreeing to disagree. The reality of why we were even gathering together had hit me like a ton of bricks in that Fire House, completely grounded me.

I hadn't really thought in depth about the Fire House experience. I think truly I was afraid to think about it. It seemed macabre at best. Then this weekend it finally became real to me why I had been placed in that moment in time... as God would have it. He is always so to the point. Not complicated like humans... the purpose was simply to convey the reality of what happened to His chosen child, His messenger, Michael Jackson. Simply to share it.

The fact sadly, sorrowfully is the very thing that has brought us all together:

Michael Jackson is dead. He was murdered. He is gone. Gone forever. That Is IT! Pure and simple.

It isn’t about what 'Jackson' is doing what, what tribute is happening or not happening, what betraying friend of Michael’s said what about what, or what one fan said or did to another. Sooo much ugliness. All of it means NOTHING! Absolutely NOTHING! It does not have one iota to do with why we are all gathered together connecting on the internet or at events. NONE of those things would be happening if Michael were still alive.

The travesty is that he was murdered and there still has been No Justice for Michael Jackson. The reality is that he was dead long before the paramedics were even called. The reality is even when the paramedics were called still not one person in that room with Michael tried to effectively revive him. The fact is there are many besides Conrad Murray responsible for the death of Michael Jackson who are NOT being held accountable. I for one will NOT BE SILENT! I want to see justice served on every last slimy, greedy excuse for a human being that took part in the demise of Michael Jackson. I pray every day for this to happen and I will not stop until my dying breath. If Michael Jackson can be murdered... I am still at a loss of words as to the magnitude of the coldness, the evil, the cover up and greed in this world.

All this made me remember the beginning... when I had first through my own research began to see that Michael had been murdered and it wasn't just Conrad Murray who was responsible and tied to his death. I was shattered by grief over Michael's death. I felt the call to go to the first court house hearing. I felt God wanted me there. I dug out that story and here I am sharing it again. I needed to reread that. That feeling, that reality of true evil that took Michael Jackson from this world is WHY! Why we need to mobilize, Unite and rekindle a mammoth fight for JUSTICE for Michael Jackson! Why we need to put all ill feelings aside and stand for JUSTICE for Michael Jackson!

After attending Conrad Murray’s first arraignment at the Airport Courthouse I wrote a story for the MJ-Upbeat website. Bonnie, founder of MJ-Upbeat, has run this wonderful website and has always loved and supported Michael Jackson through the years and kept her website running for MJ since 2003. I am posting the story below because I want everyone to read it and realize:

It’s Time! It’s time to lay all else aside! It’s time to get back to what it’s all about!
Get Back To Why!

It’s time to UNITE in PEACE! It’s time to stand again and demand JUSTICE! 

The first day of court is Sept. 20th. If you can’t be there then pray. Pray for JUSTICE! 

Start MJ Justice groups in your own towns and cities. Call the press and let them know!
Let the world know we will NOT forget, we STILL
and ALWAYS WILL LOVE and SUPPORT Michael Jackson, his children and his family. 

We are NOT going anywhere!

We will continue to stand as Soldiers of LOVE for Michael Jackson!

What do soldiers do? They focus and they concentrate on the task at hand. Let go of the petty bickering, ridicule, judgement, backbiting, jealousies and futile, useless competition over meaningless things.

Focus on praying and standing for JUSTICE for MICHAEL. We are going up against Goliath’s stacked deck and only God can make that change... and I have learned that as Soldiers in God’s army prayers are important instruments of battle. Michael needs our prayers! I don’t care what group you are from or what level of misdeed toward Michael you believe took place... it all comes down to one thing... JUSTICE for Michael Jackson!

Come to the Courthouse, find a way to get there and stand UNITED in PEACE for JUSTICE for Michael Jackson on Sept. 20th. Let there be no mistake about WHY we are there...something very evil happened to Michael Jackson and we want JUSTICE. 

We Are His Voice Now! 

Sept. 20, 2011 Be There!

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February 14, 2010 
Betty Shares With Us Her Moments At Murray's Arraignment February 8, 2010

A Day with Dr. Death

by Betty

A call to action for all MJ fans had gone out via the internet to protest against Conrad Murray’s Non Arrest. Fans were now making plans to rally and stand together in protest against the “Non Arrest” on arraignment day at the Los Angeles Airport Court House. I had been one of the thousands of people calling in and emailing to demand Conrad Murray’s arrest “in handcuffs” for the murder of Michael Jackson, seven long months after his death.

I had no idea that my decision to hold a sign and stand for Michael Jackson would turn out to be a spiritual experience for me. I began to doubt I should be there at all, so I prayed asking for direction. I was also hesitant to make the drive there alone. Fear and anxiety had loomed over me... but I wasn’t sure if it was the sickening feeling of confronting Dr. Death or the not knowing where or what I was walking into. Although the drive was more than an hour it seemed to pass in just moments as I sang along with MJ the whole way... but as I reached the end of the journey fear gripped me again. I was praying and asking the Lord to help me as I pulled off the freeway and on to city streets. Feeling not so sure that I would actually take part I sent up one last request for an answer, some sort of assurance that I was truly suppose to be there and… then so crystal clear over the loudly playing MJ music that is the backdrop of my life…I heard MJ's voice from This Is It. "It's an adventure. We're going to go places we've never been before, do things we've never done before." All trepidation lifted from me, joy literally filled my heart and determination took root. Instead I now NEEDED to stand strong as an MJ Soldier of LOVE.

Because of this experience and a few others I feel MJ is so truly in heaven with the LORD! The Lord confirmed it for me again that day as I heard MJ’s words ring in my mind. I now know beyond any shadow of doubt that MJ is with his heavenly Father.

I arrived to find news crews and media from all over the world everywhere. A plethora of cables, trucks, satellite feeds, antenna towers and people just everywhere. Picking up my step I forged on up the drive and as I approached the curve to the front entrance suddenly a police officer barked “Mammm!” I looked around for the Mammm and realized he was referring to me. Ha-ha!. The sheriff impatiently repeated “Mammm” adding “PLEASE move to the side!”  I did a quick side step and turned my head to see and feel the heat from the front Jackson caravan SUV glide by me. SUV after SUV motored up the driveway to the court house. I tried to quickly raise my sign to show them my support. Heaviness began to fill my heart. I was to find out later that the 1st SUV was indeed Michael’s dark blue Escalade.

 

                 

Quickly I sought out familiar faces and found my wonderful, loving friends from MJFSC (Michael Jackson Fans of Southern California Face Book Page) were there at the front line. Every where I looked fans from other websites and Face Book pages were there in support of Michael. Some famous faces and every day people like me. Many new found friends with one common thread of love that ties us inexplicable together. My friend Robyn says “Each fan is a thread of a large tapestry woven together in a shroud of love to protect Michael forever”. Before me were people of all races, nations and creeds, there to stand as Soldiers of LOVE for Michael Jackson, standing now for JUSTICE FOR MICHAEL JACKSON.

 

                                                                                      

As I approached the front of the line, with sign in hand, where MJFSC friends stood, a sheriff deputy instructed me to stay back on the other side of the court yard. Signs were not allowed within 150 feet of the walk way.  I stepped back a few feet and lowered the sign. I was given a red armband to wear by Heidi and we helped each other attached our arm bands. Moments later the Jackson family emerged from their cars. The entire court yard seemed to take a simultaneous breath in. It may have been me but it was suddenly VERY quiet in spite of the clicking, flashing and camera jockeying everything suddenly seemed to all move in slow motion. The air was thicker and the grief was palpable. 

First Jermaine and his wife stepped out and began to move up the walk toward the building, and then Joe Jackson who stood and waited for his wife and family, Tito also waited at car side and extended a helping hand to his mother, Katherine. Then Jackie, Rebbie and Latoya emerged along with some of Michael’s nephews, family members and friends.  Katherine stood waiting for a moment or two for her family to gather around her and then began the slow, painful walk to the courthouse to confront her son’s murderer. I had the feeling Michael was at her side.

Oh how he loved his mother. Perfection is how he described her.
There were some fans who cried out “We LOVE you Katherine”,
“We LOVE you Jacksons”, “JUSTICE for MICHAEL”.

 

About fifteen minutes later Randy Jackson arrived. At first everyone thought it was Conrad Murray and the energy level immediately shot up several hundred notches, then realizing it was Randy immediately another collective breath out. Randy stepped from his car looking fresh and sharp but clearly weary from grief. He too received the same encouraging cheers of “We Love You Randy”, “JUSTICE for MICHAEL”. Then while sitting in the courtroom on Twitter Randy told the fans:  Sitting in court and I'm sad. Those profiting most from my bro’s death: AEG, Randy Phillips, Kenny Ortega, Estate Executors r nowhere in sight 12:17 PM Feb 8th

 

We all took to our posts to wait for Dr. Death to arrive and then 1 hour later a white SUV pulled up. Was it just a coincidence a white SUV taxied him to the courthouse? I remembered a white SUV many years earlier in a slow chase by the L.A.P.D. down the 405 freeway as O.J. ran for his freedom. Others made the same comment. If CM’s lawyers had planned to bring him in on a white horse the plan had failed in our eyes. It was a detail not missed by most. The energy level shot up. I felt sick. My skin was crawling. I have never ever felt anything like it in my life. There was a force taking over. I had chills; the hair on my arms was standing on end. My feet left the ground as I sprang forward toward him hoisting my sign.

 

The justice on this day was quite different from the harsh treatment Michael received in his lifetime. Michael was handcuffed, humiliated and drug off to jail and he was completely innocent. This man admitted to giving the fatal medication which killed Michael Jackson and Homicide charges are already filed. I am hoping that at the very, very least the sheriffs will have him in handcuffs. He however stays true to his deceitful self and emerges from the car with his hands behind him and I am asking everyone around “Is he in handcuffs?” Everyone is looking and acknowledging “Yes he is in handcuffs!” Then he reveals as he walks and swings his arms freely to the front and adjusts his suit jacket that he is not hand cuffed at all.

We the fans had promised the Jackson’s we would be dignified and handle ourselves respectfully and I for one tried very hard to follow through with that request and stay civil and calm but when Dr. Death walked down the path I simply HAD to scream MURDERER! MURDERER!! JUSTICE FOR MICHAEL!! Most all of us did! Some just yelled WE LOVE YOU MICHAEL! I guess that would have been the more loving and dignified thing but I just couldn't muster it.

Everyone could see him clearly. He is very tall. People began to talk about him openly. I was disgusted he was not handcuffed. Somehow for me if he would have been hand cuffed it would have been a sign that justice would be served. Seeing him walking freely spoke volumes to me and it suddenly hit me like a ton of bricks. The gravity of the injustice extolled to Michael Jackson in his life and I began to cry openly. I had my sign and hid behind it and sobbed for Michael. That is when a journalist from Japan approached and behind my sign asked if he could interview me. He was a kind, soft spoken man and told me in Japan, Michael has many, many fans, which I already knew but hearing him share it was comforting. He seemed to love Michael too. So I spoke to him about my feelings and why I needed to be there as I cried for Michael.

 

 

The media was interviewing all the fans. It was so crazy. Media frenzy at every turn. I called in sick so couldn't let my face be seen on TV but apparently when you want to hide from the pap they only get intrigued. I realize now that I may have ‘possibly’ looked like Debbie Rowe hiding with my blonde hair behind my sign. I think every one of us was interviewed by news centers and stations all over the world. TMZ and CNN ran live feed. I hid behind my poster most of the day until my son called my cell and said "Uhh mom, I know you don't want to be seen but you are on live feed on CNN right now and they are filming your face" So I gave up hiding and helped to hold up the JUSTICE banner too. I was very low key but was personally interviewed by Los Angeles, Japan, South American and Australian news crews; those I remember but there were more. I was dizzy there were so many. I declined many requests. Most especially ALL of the Channel 7 interviews letting them know it was because they hired Martin Bashir to cover this trial. Martin Bashir a despicable man who I also hold accountable for Michael’s death, as well as Tom Sneddon. They might as well have been in the room with Murray that night. It felt good to voice that I have boycotted channel 7 because of Bashir’s dirty, twisted documentary and untrue, salacious treatment of Michael Jackson. I am sure the reporters really could care less about not getting an interview with a nobody like me but it felt darn good to stick up for MJ and voice my opinion to someone from the ABC.

 

We waited for any news from inside the court room, as crew after crew photographed posters and banners and interviewed fans non stop for what seemed like hours. I lost all track of time. It was a complete whirlwind.  I began to get a tiny glimpse at Michael Jackson’s life. The non stop paparazzi frenzy that followed him everywhere was really too much to bear. The delicate way you have to word everything so it isn’t misconstrued or twisted. So much disregard for personal space, wishes and privacy. My heart ached for him, his family, his mother and his children.

Slowly messages were passed from friends who won lottery tickets to sit in the courtroom. The DA was asking for $300,000 bail. Not enough as far as the fans were concerned. Then shockingly it was lowered to $75,000. That was worse but better than the unfathomable $25,000. First no handcuffs and then a drop in the bucket bail amount, we all wanted him in jail NOW.  Then the biggest insult, the end to this day of so called justice is just so sad.

My stomach aches. My heart breaks. My tears flow.

The arraignment is over. The judge sent the case "for safety reasons" to L.A. court after a minor scolding. CM’s punishment for murdering the biggest, most beloved entertainer in the world is:

1. He is no longer allowed to administer propofol.

What? Wouldn’t an anesthesiologist and not a cardiologist administer propofol anyway? 

2. Oh yes and the very harsh disciplinary action by the judge also prohibits him from practicing medicine in California.  Oh yeah that’s right…hmmm… his practices are in Texas and Nevada. 
3. He was ordered to surrender his passport. 

4. The next court appearance is set for April, if continuances are not granted.

Like a hot potato the judge said good riddance to the case and sent it downtown. Slapped CM on the wrist and basically sent him out the door. He arrived with bail bondsman in tow... paid the bail and left, somehow smuggled out. A travesty!

MJ’s song “They Really Don’t Care About Us” springs to mind.  

Let's all pray the next judge is an MJ lover or at least a lover of common decency and

true justice. In the end Michael’s family went out the back door and the paparazzi ran to the back to mob them and Katherine was practically crushed. I felt so badly for her having to go through such a terribly long and unbelievable difficult day.

Myself along with many other fans were rooted where we stood waiting for the press

conference to begin. Several fans who only met one another that day stood together to hold up banners and signs for “Justice for Michael”.  We placed ourselves directly behind the
Conrad Murray’s defense team on a wall where we were visible during the conference.

They said something about “If the prosecution had any real proof of Conrad Murray’s guilt they would not have taken so long to bring charges." Our signs and chants calling for justice countered their typical hype and posturing.

 

 

Michael’s little brother, Randy Jackson, came out the front door, the same door he had gone in upon arrival and escaped most of the paparazzi. There was a sad and respectful silence in the courtyard as he walked through. Then shouts of “I Love You Randy”, “Thank You Randy”, “We Love You Randy” rang out. He very humbly waved to the fans and unceremoniously climbed in the front seat of the limo with his driver and they left. We waited and checked several doors but Conrad Murray was smuggled out.

 

Every time I picture those police officers huddled around Conrad Murray protecting him from the "fans" I just feel sick. How deeply I wish the fans could have protected Michael Jackson from Conrad Murray and so many others. I picture the raid on Neverland and the bruises on Michael’s arms. I am certain of one thing… NO ONE in this life gets away with murder…even if you manage to walk free on this earth. You will answer to the ultimate judge! Your evilness does not escape God’s eye.

I am feeling as if I will never stop, the world will never stop grieving the loss of Michael Jackson. Evil tried to stop Michael Jackson but has not succeeded. Will not ever succeed! Every fiber of Michael’s being was all about LOVE and even in death he is STILL spreading his L.O.V.E. 

The tapestry of MJ’s LOVE grows more everyday as fans continue to connect with one another all around the world, brought together by Michael Jackson, and in so doing one of his greatest desires to unite the world in LOVE is being achieved. 

What a legacy!!! What an incredible man!!!

 

Photo credit CowboyMJ Jackson MJFSC, Karlene Taylor MJFSC, Toby Canham/Getty Images, Fredrick M. Brown/ Getty Images,

- Betty

Posted on MJ-Upbeat February 13, 2010

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Thank you Betty!

 "I will Forever Be Counting Backwards from June 25, 2009"
Betty Byrnes

Awesome Justice video which incorporates groups, by Robyn Starkand. 

Please as you watch this video remember why we are all gathering at the courthouse and bring honor, respect and LOVE with you for Michael on Sept. 20, 2011. All differences and opinions pale in comparison to what happened to Michael Jackson on June 25, 2009.